The Same Sun Then Shines Here

The same sun then Shines here I almost feel the same too, except For the counteracting spheres Of this world Roughly sweeping my life’s shards Under the dark tints of cold trees. Broken and sweaty Sun shines on these shards Now damp and cloudy Unlike the clear loud voices Yammering pointless Things in the morning Night Noon Perhaps rain will come And make me less … Continue reading The Same Sun Then Shines Here

What holds me clinging to this world?

What holds me clinging to this world? Is it the dull pain Creeping slowly when I hurl Insipid smiles in the rain? Oh, it’s the grainy sound of bells Sweeping anxiously down the lane Where I used to live —a daze swells Incessantly— at the end. The slant of the chime quells Flying moans of a lonely pigeon. Oh yes, that pigeon adrift at my … Continue reading What holds me clinging to this world?