Where we can sit in silence
and enjoy our own thoughts
away from everyone.
A park bench by a pond
dedicated to someone
who liked the view.
A church pew
where people sit
and ask god to see them through.
Everyone has their own place
that gives them peace of mind.
A place to rest their weary body
and leave
the rest of the world behind.
Their own space
a place of solitude.
4 May 2008
He was born and then tossed aside by his motherwho left him to his father’s parents to raise,then promptly disappeared out of his life forever.My grandparents brought him uphoping his father would take care of himwhen he returned from the war.His father also my dad returned from the warmarried with another son and didn’t want…
He did it day after dayalone in everyone’s eyes.He would smile occasionallybut no one ever knew why.Everyone who saw himwondered why he sat so stilland just looked outat everyone who passed him there.The old man sat in reposefrom dawn until dusk fell.He sat there in the summer sunand as winter’s bleakness fell.He looked for some…
never expecting anything in return.Giving out the hand friendshipto all who come their way,for that is what giving is all about.(8 August 2007)
When you write in collaborationall authors must have faithin what the other writes,for without it,anything you writestarts showing at the seams.17 January 2008
with new shoots to show usof summer’s beckoning call.Winter’s cold winds splintersunder the sun’s warming raysand we count the timeuntil our approaching holidays.We dream of relaxing dayswhen work will be forgottenon beaches with sand stretchingnear sparking ocean sprays.Our smiles reflectingin countless camera lensas the warm sea breezewhisk our problems away.
is graced by everyman.Love the world is captured byfrom our birth till we die.No one is ever safefrom its alluring glance.Time is an essence of feelingsthat rules our lives at times.We embrace it as loveas we stand on its borderland.We who think we are superiorare no more than a grain of sand,standing under the equinox…
