a machine, that bears down, slowly grinding forward, over the golden fields, equals the heads, rolls life, into a smooth… Read more Welcome to the world of tomorrow!
Tag: poem
Purpose
Small limbs, Gripping the surface Sticking to glass Fingers that struggle, And strain Against purposeful gravity If they lose their… Read more Purpose
Glass
Displays a reflection, So fragile, That as she reaches out to touch it, She shatters into pieces
The tower
The door is always dark Or never there at all Imperceptible, It leaks through a pin prick Dense dark droplets… Read more The tower
Easy
When the heart is weighted Gravity will swing towards failure The simple truth It is not easy to accept oblivion
Tighearnan John Kelly 