Creatives

Once upon naught All seems quite odd, This certain nod, In fancy sought. There is a swirl Where charm feels light, A sanguine twirl Where world finds sight. So often now The pace gains tact, Yet truth somehow Can purge the pact. So many seek That causal light, Yet mild and meek Forfeit true sight. All seems a show As shadows edge, An eerie glow That blots the rage. Our tribal ways Now seems forlorn, As if these days Are harshly borne. Too much of noise Can kill the verse, Better to voice Such poise most terse. Mind and heart know Uneasy flow, Yet seek to grow Stress that strains show. Our paradox Is but a trace Chained in-the-box, A fumbling space. We seem to know A blank page here, Yet cannot show What ails this fear. So we proceed To fling and fill, Seize wants and needs And just do deals. Leon Enriquez 19 November 2014 Singapore