
“The Ancient of Days” by William Blake
if I think it
it is
if I write it
it lives
keep your coins
you may pay me in wishbones
the wealth may be yours
but the power is mine
From my book Bohemian Scents
“The Ancient of Days” by William Blake
if I think it
it is
if I write it
it lives
keep your coins
you may pay me in wishbones
the wealth may be yours
but the power is mine
From my book Bohemian Scents
“Crepuscular Old Man” by Salvador Dali
sad the surprise
for the man
grown to old
unexpectedly
whelmed by
an icy cold
blood-stealing fear
that insinuates
brainstem and bones
fills their hollows
created by
mortified flight
of self-confidence
shamed as it was
into abject desertion
by failures of
mind-over-body
by bankrupt
convictions
conditioned
through lifelong
assertions of faith
in his own
God-bestowed
unimpeached
capabilities
frailty comes
sad the surprise
Engraved Grain of Rice
with bent needles
and pins monks
can carefully coax
Himalayan reliefs
from raw grains of
hard flattened rice
teaching truth
of large joys
to be found
in the smallest
and simplest of
gifts life presents
to the humblest
the poorest who
nonetheless carry
a wholesome deep
faith in themselves
(originally posted January 2014)
“Inner Strength” by Sharon Cummings
I never feared men
a machismo thing born on
unkind city streets
but age and infirmity
shrivels all vanity
(originally posted January 2014)
“The Ancient of Days” by William Blake
if I think it
it is
if I write it
it lives
keep your coins
you may pay me in wishbones
the wealth may be yours
but the power is mine
the weed understands
political bigotry
fully despised by
conventional culture
nowhere to look
to learn strength of
convictions but into
its rational self
fully down to its roots
independently nourished
a wise windblown accident
born of brave seeds
thrusting up through
the prejudice puissant
proud and possessed
of a singular voice
a singular beauty
shaming the ground
where it stands an
affront to the clans
of complacency
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
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