Waking,
need not look
to know what Time it is,
the Little Voice calls;
rise but do not shine,
for it begins with
an Inner Glow,
a heat rising,
an Invisible Sun,
a Desire deep,
a Need to Know...
Where was I
just moments ago,
where did Sleep take me,
on what Journey
did I go;
what did I Learn,
what else do I
need to know
before Day begins
and the Sins of Our Fathers
continue to smother,
Ambivalence
and Apathy
and Apathy
continue unencumbered,
for the Wagging Dog
entertains
but leaves you
in a fog, a wet rag
wondering where Truth lies,
where Truth lies,
Truth lies
(hmm, there's a concept)
realize the Truth has been a lie...
Feb. 18, 2015
Gus
ReplyDeleteI was the inspector you chatted with this morning and wanted to tell you your poem was beautiful . Have a nice warm day ..Sharon
Thank you, Inspector...
ReplyDeleteglad you took the time to "know' me and my poetry...
peace
Brought a tear to my eyes beautiful
ReplyDeleteSuch a talent a glimpse into a beautiful soul
ReplyDeletethank you, anonymous and Sue...
ReplyDeletenever fails to surprise me that anyone finds my work even remotely interesting...
thank you very much...
peace