Free Verse
A Glimpse of
Life Beyond
At ninety-five,
she sat serenely
In her decrepit, mahogany armchair
On the old rickety verandah.
She looked wistfully at the young,
Lively, carefree, innocent children
As they played unbelievable games
Of cops and robbers, warriors and leaders,
Presidents and kings, queens and princesses!
Then, breaking away from the band
Of frenzied youths, a scrawny urchin
Suddenly stood there before her!
His steady gaze penetrated the very depths of her soul
With the imperious insistence of a demure judge!
Instantly, she saw, in his eyes—limpid pools
Of exuberant beauty, truth, honesty and sincerity—
Images of her old vicissitudes of pain!
Suffering and anguish marched in a procession
Of desire and hope to attain the ultimate
Triumph of eternal faith and unswerving love
Over the apocalyptic paradigm of death!
Fibonacci
Man
Aims
For Heights!
The drama?
Imperfect humans
Hankering after perfection!
Green
Lands
Wither;
Streams dry up;
Ozone layer gapes
To swallow and burn heedless man!
God
Made
The word
And man, too.
When man learned to fib,
God said to go and sin no more!
Read Keith Simmond's
"leaves" haiku in the thread.
Read Keith Simmond's
"harvest moon" haiku in the kukai
