Patchwork of Poems: Aphorisms

Sunday, December 1, 2024

You break a nation, you own it. But how can you fix it when you can't even fix your own?

How wonderful is the fragrance of a distant memory summoned to bloom anew.

Although I cannot see you,

I sense your presence;

you are the shadow of the wind

reflected in the dance of trees.

The earth opened its mouth

and swallowed my leg.

Now I understand what it means to have one foot in the grave.

There is no lesser of two evils,

real or imagined.

Truth be told a good many people never fact check the truth.

May our graves be more comfortable than our beds.

May our sleep be without nightmares.

May we awaken to wondrous dreams.

How is it a lamb can be vigilant when a wolf is near, yet the shepherd may be the one who consumes him.

Patchwork of Poems