Sunday, November 22, 2015

"A study in beauty"


Exposure to beauty repetitively
May cause some to ponder, inquisitively
And, others affected so primitively
Will balk at the beauty, demonstratively
While there are still others, definitively
Embracing enhances them creatively
And, sure there are some that disruptively
Reject the whole premise insenstively
But, rare are the ones that, superlatively
Embellish acknowledgement receptively

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© 2015 whickwithy


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Saturday, November 21, 2015

"Ripples in the wind"


The ripples in the wind we cannot see
And, yet, they fly across both land and sea
To tumble through the fabric of our lives
And from those ripples, all of life derives
A shift that's never witnessed in a breath
Seldom witnessed from a birth to death
How do we steer the craft to splendid cove
Through unseen ripples, witlessly we rove
Attention paid to clouds and lightning strikes
Willy-nilly, plundered by the likes
The thunder adds more ripples to the wind
All progress towards our goal, we now rescind
A sense we must develop for the ripples
To end our time as life's unwitting cripples

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© 2014 whickwithy


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Saturday, November 7, 2015

"Prism dreams"

I wonder, once again, what's fated
Prism dreams are reinstated
Cascade waves, once more, in time
Windswept words, once more, in rhyme
Weathered will now bears the brunt
The piercing stare that now is blunt
Turns inward to the farthest dreams
Naught of doom, though so it seems

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© 2015 whickwithy


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Monday, November 2, 2015

"Symphonize"


To track a cause unto its source, it must be run aground
To bring the thought unto the light, release the questing hound
The scent is caught, the trail is run, at last the source is found
Transcendent to the random thoughts, these thoughts, in essence, sound
In symphony with song of life, all notes and thoughts resound
Each step is gained, each measure writ, the instruments astound
No knowledge of the tune is known, the ways it quests abound
As notes all trip across the stage, the transients confound
Each step precedes the swing and dip, the dance of life is crowned 
The stage is set, the flourishing of thoughts remain profound

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© 2015 whickwithy


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