The Compass Swings

The compass needle swings, restless, Searching for the true north,Between bias, a cage of certainties,And beauty, a freedom uncontained. What truth lies in the arc?The pull of roots, the lure of wings,Or the quiet hum of the in-between, Comforted. numb to reality’s weight? The mirror hangs at the extremities, Leaving the bloated middle A void, … Continue reading The Compass Swings

Scream

The world full of blusters and blunders Is good enough for the rough and ready, But no match to the string of coronavirus, Unleashing the Paleolithic toxic fume Cobbled together to seep through The walls of digital world. The anger tramples vengefully On cultural warnings And political threats. Sneaky viruses with eyes wide open Look … Continue reading Scream