Poertry time

Sye

 

 

Silent Hours

There were always ticking clocks
And a vase of wilting flowers:
The room seemed twice the size it was,
In my silent hours.

Waiting was my occupation,
Like the great Queen in her tower:
Lost my reason,
Not my head,
In my silent hours.

The more I tried, the more I died,
Lost my will and all my power:
Someday I’ll find someone to share
My silent hours.

Twist off Caps

How I long for a
cold glass of water
drawn from a well

I can't believe the
calluses that I've received
from those damn twist off caps

No matter how cold
bottled water may get
it's nothing compared
to water drawn from a well

How I crave a class of
cold water drawn from a well
while thinking of days
that are no more

♡○Inner Peace○♡

~

I need to stand
at the edge of a river
imagining all my

       fears

            and

                anxieties

are passing by.


I would take a step back
  
         and     s
                       i
                         t




Silently

I would let them all

       drift

                g
                  e
                  ­  n
                       t
                         l
                           y

noticing each one

letting
           it
             go

and just observe the distance.

Already they seem
 
   smaller


I can enjoy the

     'here and now'

sitting by the river

      and appreciate a taste
     
             of

                  inner peace

Silent

Silently

Silently it travels
Along this tree lined way
Shouldered by the softest green
Nature on display
~
Carved of destinations
Inviting is the scene
Heading off to nowhere fast
Lost inside a dream