Details |
Bob Ewing Poem
Surrounded by indifference,
Swamped by ignorance,
Suffocated by illusion,
Starved by idiocy,
We stumble on.
Copyright © Bob Ewing | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Bob Ewing Poem
Haze skirts the hills.
The day will break hot.
Now though, I step
Into a space where
Manufactured time does
Not exist.
As I slip through the threshold,
The mundane world vanishes like
A rejected blanket on a
Warm summer’s night.
Here I stand isolated and
Insulated but deeply connected.
A crow’s morning call, Caw, caw,
Penetrates pleasantly puncturing
The shelter.
Sitting on my garden stool
Surrounded by fundamental Life,
Not primordial but,
A cooperation between human and plant,
A natural hybrid.
In here, even for the briefest
Moment, hope renews like
A young shoot recently escaped
From a seed, reaching for air.
The connection most basic,
Element for element, results
In a fair exchange between plant and I.
Copyright © Bob Ewing | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Bob Ewing Poem
Wind sighing softly,
Snow is growing diamonds.
Chrildrens' laughter sings.
Copyright © Bob Ewing | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Bob Ewing Poem
Our thoughts are threads.
Our minds the loom.
The weaving never-ending,
Spinning happiness or gloom.
Copyright © Bob Ewing | Year Posted 2018
|