A Space for Reflections and Musings
“Inadequate,” remarked Mr. McCarthy, a look of disdain on his erudite face. “I would disagree. I like this poem. I see those flamboyant words I read in the Dickens novel recently. Certainly I feel Mr. Potts is a good writer. Albert, I say, this is wonderful,” Mrs. McCarthy shot back in embarrassment at her husband's... Continue Reading →
Azure glow on Eastern sky Sunrise lingers as peasants cry Lie in wait of dawn bright Shredded into tears of fright Ghouls of ripened dread Shine upon their wives' beds Singing lullabies sullen and cold Of lost amber glows of old.
Ten steps to final respite Crowded lanes before me lie Upon my path ten tasks That's all that life does ask From a desolate warrior in red Before a last breath on the bed Of peace and satisfaction Of ten hands clasped in consolation.
I lurk within walls dark Dark reclamation of your soul Soul fragments on the ground Ground to bits and a carousel Through shallow waters we wade Where the golden larks bathe Under canopies black and scarlet Days of fiendish vanity, our fate. Swim beneath waters murky Murky tales of your rotten lives Lives... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 