“The window gives the eyes a view of where the door leads.”
Quote_ by Poet
Out the window, beauty pervades,
Inside my chamber, night invades,
Out the window, I see colours,
Inside my chamber is a pathway that contours.
Out the window is a vast unknown,
Inside my chamber, I bear the seeds sown,
Out the window is a change of seasons,
Inside my chamber is the permuting of reasons.
Out the window, nature whispers,
Behind those walls, the artiste searches for what inspires,
Out the window, I'm embraced by nature,
It doesn’t consider my stature.
Out the window, are the places I desire to see,
The sages say the will dwells in me,
Out the window, I see a meadow,
A reminder of an old man's shadow.
“Be happy in the moment that's enough. Each moment is all we need.”
Quote _ Mother Teresa
As time brings glee days,
As we sojourn on bloom ways,
Let’s treasure the clime,
For it's a fleeting sublime.
Life is a stage of variant entities,
They come in subtleties,
It’s a walk across meadows,
Nightfall brings the shadows.
Happiness is a choice,
A punctuating voice,
A light that can be reflected,
As gloom can be deflected.
Like a child on a swing,
Away from life's other wing,
We can walk oblivious of gloom,
Permuting our desired room.
May 24, 2023.
Writing Challenge - B Quotes - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
Blinded to my goal,
Out of tune in my pursuit,
I had meandered,
I had wandered.
I had an ingrained ability,
Building it for stability,
I was holding the wrong piece,
Dwelling on lees.
There was a depth,
I had not harnessed,
There was a cleft,
I had not launched into it.
I walk with new eyes,
Still breaking through dawn's ice,
Hunting for balance,
Permuting my thoughts for clearance.
The scales have fallen off,
I journey through the terrain,
Undulating and rough,
Anticipating heaven's rain.
January 3, 2023.
Access to the mind is not a herculean task,
Nothing obstructs her passage,
She doesn’t need to request the key,
Through the mind, she can go back in time,
She can unravel webbed mysteries.
Lifting objects is a feathered task,
They come to her at will,
She hauls them with ease,
Nothing stands in her way,
She pushes them away.
She possesses cosmic energy,
A fiery and indomitable force,
When unleashed it heightens her power,
If not controlled and curtailed,
Her dark side takes over.
So many voices occupy her mind,
Permuting them takes skill and effort,
Filtering them takes guidance,
Her teacher promised to help her
To channel her powers for the good of all.
September 19, 2022.
Midnight is dwelling at
the Midnightboundary of two worlds,
With one encroaching on the other,
Fighting to cloak it.
Midnight is standing at the centre of a coliseum,
Amid so many voices,
Crowding the mind,
Flooding the thoughts.
Midnight is going through a cabinet of files,
Permuting and shuffling,
They keep going back to their former state,
Mystery spells the day.
Midnight is going on a voyage,
The waves beat vehemently on the boat,
The weather changes intermittently,
Sunshine’s hands are feeble.
Midnight is seeking answers in the sacred book,
It tells us to persevere but
doesn’t take the weight entirely off,
It beams its light on a road that seems endless.
Midnight is trying to decipher the writings on the wall,
They’re sometimes too blurry,
They're sometimes too inky,
They sometimes interface.
September 11, 2022.
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 14 Poetry Contest,
Mark Toney.