Saturday, April 9, 2016

Symbolism's Beauty

Wind comes back to the mind
every time.
Sea tells the journey of hearts
with each wave.
And Rain is the Sorrow we must face
every once in awhile.

I'm the last poet to teach themself
those meanings-
all the others find themselves newly
interested in stars.

Or maybe they all work well
and most of the old gang is just
too far gone
to confirm such a discovery
in perfect verse. 


  1. ...a juxtaposition between happiness and loss? Knowing and longing? Forgive me, poetry sometimes illudes me

    1. It is whatever you make of it, to me though, it's a lesson. How time changes the meaning of humanity and all we have ever held dear - words, actions, each other - all of it.