by Garret
Sorrow’s grip is cruel this evening, It’s tighter than the usual. It seems I cannot shake these feelings; The desperation is mutual. Thoughts wander through the night And leave a trackless path, Like memories I cannot revisit; Like wheat without the chaff. by Garret Woo 1/10/2019
Categories: 2019, January, poetry • Tags: cruel, grip, night, path, wheat
by Garret
By pictured form or written word, I plot my thoughts upon the map; Digitized by growing eyes, Their hidden meanings I unwrap. The secret lantern shows the way, It illuminates the path; Its glowing vessel set ablaze, To animate my craft. by Garret Woo 1/6/2019
Categories: 2019, January, poetry • Tags: craft, eyes, lantern, map, path, word
by Garret
I’m caught in the middle between angels and demons And in their persuasions lost. Some tell me “this” the others “that” And I’m left counting the cost. A blessing, some would say I have, To dapple among both worlds. Instead, I walk a twisted path of uncertainty and swirls. by Garret Woo c. 2004
Categories: 2000-2010, poetry • Tags: angels, blessing, demons, path
