Images in front of me
Keep moving as I see
Linger every time, everyday
I do not like them, always
I cannot collect them
I cannot know of them
How truthful they are
Better get hurt than believe
They flicker every time
Change in no time
I try hard to clear them
They never leave me alone
Even on closing eyes
Dreams with open eyes
Fake images that never come
Images gone, perhaps not true
I want some empty pages
To make my own images
My life makers these images
Difficult to create, erase
But the good ones always
Keep pleasant all days
These moments I draw, color
More to come, so move…
I found myself reading poem after poem, and i find the way you write so absorbing…God has surely blessed you as there is a spiritual radiance alive in what you share…keep writing and keep sharing! Your talent is a delightful blessing!