One bright morning at my desk, looking at a redbirds’ nest, My hands began to search an old forgotten book. Like the years that gray a maiden,… Read more “The book”
Slipping time
For time slips out of my hand And faster fades that distant land That once was mine in time I see But always doomed to history. … Read more “Slipping time”
Wave
The wave curls, foaming in glory, With strength of far oceans’ reach, Dragging watery inventory Against the wall, between the breach. Stones begin to tumble down,… Read more “Wave”
Dancing dream
My dream blew by, once upon a time, Racing against life’s long progression, The tune sublime, which danced with mine, Faded as days passed in succession. … Read more “Dancing dream”
Wasted life
What to do with a wasted life that slithers through these years of mine, Should I better end the strife than pass the years, marking time? Amazing… Read more “Wasted life”
Spool of thread
A spool of thread on the table, rests quietly but tightly wound. Filaments of a lost fable, of tunes that once had a sound. This string… Read more “Spool of thread”
Lump of coal
Lump of coal in my hand, that you could tell of distant lands. What were you when you began, did you start with some great plan? You… Read more “Lump of coal”
the Wind
“I am old and you are new,” Sang the wind as she blew, “The music still will play for you, But I will go into the blue.… Read more “the Wind”
Mother Earth
Deep in her inner core Earth’s molten iron churns, In her heart the metal curls in never ending turns. Swirling in the inky darkness where her life… Read more “Mother Earth”
Lake and Sea
“Who is more vulnerable?” said the lake to the sea “My body is whole and bordered with trees, My boundaries are clear and know where to stop.… Read more “Lake and Sea”
Sasha Prince 