Life never moves completely forward or backwards. It evolves, and spins, and takes our soul places we dare not go sometimes. Good or bad, we have to accept the page that Life has opened. And sometimes, the pages are opened out of numerical order.


Ripples in Life


Into the mist of morning
Wanders a man who's soul
Asks so many things from life,
Even as rivers wash the cold
From the snails sluggish pace.

Seeking truth and understanding,
About the things in life unknown
To anyone who has no friend or foe,
Clues to emotions so over-grown
That comprehension becomes a blur.

Even the tulip petals and crocus
Poke through soil cold and bare
To open their buds to sun and light,
Sharing their scent with April's air
As evening lulls the stars awake.

Into the river wide and dark
Bubbles wash his arms and skin
As he slips his anguish into the froth,
Seeking to find his life's plan again
As he rides Fates ripples on this night.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-04-06 at 04:14

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Veld Cooper
The superlative pretext to me perhaps eclipses the quality of this deep poem, dear friend. A beautiful write!
2006-04-09


Zoya Zaidi
"Even the tulip petals and crocus
Poke through soil cold and bare
To open their buds to sun and light,
Sharing their scent with April's air
As evening lulls the stars awake."

Beautiful imagery Morpheus darling!
it is breathtaking!
Liltingly, musical, soft, sensitive!
It kind of lulls your soul, soothes it!
Lovely, lovely poem!

Love this as well:
"Into the river wide and dark
Bubbles wash his arms and skin
As he slips his anguish into the froth,
Seeking to find his life's plan again
As he rides Fates ripples on this night."

(((Hugs))))
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-04-06