Metaphor Journey Poems

POTD 23 Mar 2024 

THE PATH WELL TRAVELLED.

Two paths diverged, and I was thrown by doubts I had never known
To my left, thickly overgrown, was...

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Take a battering ram to the other side
The recoil will do me harm
A knife and spoon will suffice
Break the gates violently with arms
It will seal...

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Crazy thoughts

Energy grows deep within
Like magma below the ground
The crown sits heavy on the head
While watching people move around
Humble is a defeated mind
Like truth 
It...

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I once was torn
With what was 
What will be
Now I see the present 
As immortality
Death as an illusion
That preys on the perception of time
The friend...

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three legged table
do not partake of liquor
nor strong pungent drinks

like in a western
 bar fight busting tables chairs
 fly soars broken to 

onto floor broken
cowboys...

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Torn 
By Lady Arabella
When your head tells you no ,but your heart says give them one more chance 
When you’re sick of the revolving dance...

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I saw him today,
I recognise him with his particular wings,
And his sarcastic smile,
This time he holds...
A parchment in his hand,
Giggling so hard,
As he opened his...

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Since birth,
 my body has been
 a battlefield,
 mined by firecrackers
 of unequal feelings...
 I treat my wounds,
 since time immemorial...
I live in a state...

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I survive  this way...
 between losses and gains.
 Living in a world not mine,
 loving songs, prose and verse.
 I find myself in my...

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fewer …

stars there are
in the heart of heaven
than the myriad ripples of brine that
gently placed me here -
tender tongues of tide that tossed me
and polished...

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and when she saw that vagrant man
the gears all clicked; she had a plan
to share his footsteps for a span
and then as was her style

thinking...

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In the orchestra of being, 
   life’s patterns emerge, 
Ancient voices resound, 
   as harmony weaves its surge. 
Music breathes life...

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(Author's note: Traditions of walking a labyrinth as a form of meditation go back to at least the fourth century. Labyrinths in Christian contexts usually...

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The silent sanctity of sleep 
Could be to effectively retrieve 
Remnants of our repressed revenant 
Linking the missing pieces 
Between the annals of folklore and...

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All of a sudden, or not at all.

Love does not roll in with the tide.
Love is calculated, and random.
A steady roller coaster best strap in...

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