EPIPHANIES
I let my silence speak
what words fail to tell…..
meaningless is the flow
of metaphor and rhyme
when you only see
a shadow of me
in space and time.
I wonnder at life's mysteries
and seem to wander too deeply
into myself
only to discover
there are no epiphanies
Comments
maybe its peaceful
finding them too lately
Like your introspection
Geremia
a poem I needed today
off to find whats left of
me in the rain
in the social populace
and the distractions
of nature
this grace
of spring
after a long time.. you all are now listening to me
meaningless is the flow....
'''''''''''of metaphor and rhyme.....
how so very true
coming from a poetic stalwart
the likes of you
Steven and Loved
Your insights are on the mark Takes me while 2 reply...not wriiiitng much, May try later,
joe