Injured in body,
Injured in mind,
The stream bubbles; blocked
By the suited men and their grey-stone dam.
It’s called working life and we’re all enslaved,
To their goddess of work.
But water will win out,
There, here, a crack!
And the water flows through;
New life; hidden, tunneling out caves
Of introspected meaning.
A whole new world,
For me to play in.
Thank you everyone that took part in the poetry rally, I read some great inspirational stuff that will be sure to emerge from the melting pot of my mind in days and weeks to come. A special thanks for the perfect poet award.
My acceptance Haiku:
Many are the friends
I’ve never met, many streams
Leading to one sea
I’d like to nominate for further reading:
The Mirror of Truth 