Good morning, everyone. There is much I must take care of, much I have to worry about. In the meantime, I’ve a new poem for you all to consider. Without further ado, please enjoy.
Zeitgeist
Ghosts and specters swirl around
in graceful twirls they do abound,
with their cold touch they do surround,
now feeling lost but never found.
In the bin out there in back
on account of such that I did lack.
My head and hands these thoughts did wrack
on account of that thing which I did lack
and something there I’ll not get back.
I see the ghosts across the water…
Nay, upon the water.
My mind then starts to wander
about those things that hearts do ponder.
Philters and phials could not save
that man which breaks and makes insane;
there is some feeling that does not wane
no matter who the ghosts arraign.
Though it seems the tide is low,
the water tends to encroach slow.
Most decide to go
but while I’m still here,
I think I’d like to know.
Poems by Sam 