Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Mar 2019 mads
Joel M Frye
There was no quiet desperation
in the riotous years of youth,
the grasping search for love and truth.
No, in those days there was no patience
for the faintest scent of dull
routine or rut.  It's just with age
that comfort's found in gilded cage,
no fires to set, and belly full.

Should a technicolor sunrise
strike a quickened spark of phoenix
from the ash of youthful pyres,
hopeful drops for jaded eyes
which, once refreshed, will then be fixed
upon millennial birds of fire.
Grist for the mill, Wisdom.
 Jan 2019 mads
Joel M Frye
Glorious
 Jan 2019 mads
Joel M Frye
A gorgeous sunrise
makes me glad for this lifetime,
strikes me stone grateful.
Next page