Thursday, March 19, 2009

Eternal Hope :

Life

becomes busy

in Springtime:

Each word read
is plucked from another river,
embracing,
inscrutable genius.

The sky
is a restful
thought,

pillowed,

till the 'morrow.

`x~William ~copyright 03/19/09



3 comments:

Wenny said...

I am trying to understand this poem. Correct me if I'm wrong ...

Your eternal hope is for world peace to prevail where life exist as fresh as spring, untainted by chaos or war.

Abit deep for me but I enjoyed trying to interpret.

Sarah's Blogtastic Adventures said...

Whatever ^^ I liked it.

Lil Bit said...

... and words bloom like dandelions, in Springtime... to be blown into the wind. =)