This weeks blog is a painting and poem. This will be the last repeat for some time. I hope you’ve enjoyed looking back at some of my older poems. The start of new poems and art work from next week. 🙂
I hope some of you enjoy this weeks blog.
Wishing you all a bright and blessed week to come.
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The Spirit That Lies Within
Trees are bare from Autumn’s wind.
Sentinels to my ever-increasing ages.
I have grown through Spring and Summer’s heat
To Autumn’s end.
As Winter beckons I am still not yet a proper tree.
Still, in my deserts sunset I do declare.
War is over.
Buried, abandoned in the distance.
My ship has sailed.
The ego bought home to port.
Yet I continue to bare my heart
Wide open for all to see.
I’ve no idea what the future brings.
It remains hidden.
I only know that the child within will always survive.
Anger, vengeance and
The bogeyman under my bed…
I have stopped.
For one last look.
I am not yet a proper tree.
The spirit that lies within
Scattered over desert sands.
Before I move on, I know only one lesson.
It is for time
To decide what all of it
© 2010 Tikarma Vodicka