EMPTY...
yet there to unleash our unspoken thoughts
catching them before they vanish and disappear
yet will always listen absorbing words from our soul
that may want to escape our frightened, shy or silenced lips
yet unclogs and un-twist confusion from our mind
with help from the "Ink Pen" one of its many handy side-kicks
yet has the power to preserve almost forgotten memories,
stories from our past and knowledge we pass down through the ink
yet waiting for our writing hand to choose a weapon of choice
the ink wants its turn to touch the white paper; our battle field is ready !
blank wide range of free space; the pen taps breaking silence
there isn't much we can do now but pour our words into the pages...

....Empty Pages No More ....

a gust of beauty passes
over each swaying branch
of its strong rooted trunk
listening as the whistling
wind caresses the many years
of their true friendship together

Do You See What I See?

hidden within the shadows camouflaged
behind lines of jungle vines slithering
slowly and silently waiting trying not to be
seen with eyes piercing determination
a black serpent ready to pounce on its prey