My little message board…
Whereby… a poem of release
Whereby, I find myself by the sea
And I am happy
Whereby, I find myself with a new freedom
And I am happy
Whereby, I finally let go and move on
And I am happy
Whereby, this is the day I leave a job I no longer love
And – I am happy
Where is your happiness?
HORIZONS… a quick thought
Only in complete darkness do our horizons disappear!
Consider this time to rest.
A FINAL NIGHT… a dark-ish poem?
If I write today
Will it resonate
With anyone at all
If I tell a tale
And toast with ale
Will you catch me if I fall
Will the moon still rise
And cross each night
Of a celestial starlit sea
Or will the ink run dry
As I lay here and die
With no one next to me
HEAVEN’S LIGHT…
Three 24″ X 12″ Acrylic Abstract Paintings with resin finish… ;-)))
It is difficult to get a good picture because of the glare of the finish. Enjoy!
LOST… a dark poem
Find me lost
Beneath the leaves
Where bones decay
While mother grieves
A visit from
The boogeyman
A cold dark night
Carried no sand
Heartened lives
Who cared and looked
But never found
What Satan took
So, as the worms
Creep through my flesh
Fear dragged me to
My final rest
MUSHROOM/TOADSTOOL… a poem
A bit of mulch
A bunch of rain
So sets the stage
A mushroom plain
A story be
Of times of old
Here sits a stool
Made for a toad
EVERYTHING… a poem
I see the orange and purple sky on the horizon
And I feel pacified
Everything is going to be alright
I watch the gentle rain assiduously bathe the earth
And I feel afresh
Everything is going to be alright
I hear the distant, unbridled laughter of a child
And I feel a smile play upon my face
Everything is going to be alright
I see the love in my wife’s eyes as she says goodnight
And I feel blessed as she says
Everything is going to be alright
DARKNESS… a dark poem
As darkness gathers and builds
Joining the abyss of progressive emptiness
Satan plays a joyful song
Another notch is etched into the handle of his sickle
Shattered beyond repair is a heart left in the waste
Discarded as so many before
Never to be alone – but alone nonetheless
Restricted from the hope of true happiness
Gone is the gleeful innocence of yesterday
Replaced with the ever ebbing tide of sorrow
Adrift in a slow current
Until – even the darkness – wanes
Kevin Parish 