a man lost
north of time
searching rhythm
sunset horizon call
painted by all the
blind gods within
the drift of wind torn clouds
images
burned into a concrete wall
images
woman dancing
open palms
believing
south china sea winds
whispers adrift
pacific ocean refrain
sand falling
broken glass knowing
calm eye dreaming
where water falls
talk of tomorrow
where a deaf man listens
pies piper mirror glistening
dared a man to believe in
wet paint upon a sign
north of time
and tomorrow
The insight I receive from the few who offer me their reactions, offer this Artist a mirror beyond just my own eyes. Just know it is appreciated. Every poem is breath within a drift.
...poem-reflection..."searching rhythm" of a well
educated mind....antidote-poem that brings so
very welcome intellectual-distraction to this place...
Thank you William, for sharing your timeless
lines...great writing.
This has a hippie kinda feel. Lost ~ searching ~ adrift ~ dreaming. And a fabled north of time, along with the tone and pies piper..., takes me back to my older brother and his flower power wife listening to the mamma's ans papa's...
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educated mind....antidote-poem that brings so
very welcome intellectual-distraction to this place...
Thank you William, for sharing your timeless
lines...great writing.