Tag: Original Poems

‘Daily’ Poem # 6 – Synesthesia

There is a word that says all things of course If you want to hear it you must learn to see That see is waves and waves are sound and source Such sight comes as pulses of  light’s subtle symmetry If now is then…

Daily Poem # 4 – Fire and Seed

Empty smell I sit among it Wholesome well Leaves are scattered lit By sun holy sun wholly shining through a million cracks There was once a water wheel In this place by the rusted tracks Fire and seed They carried forth what survived of…