Yesterday while nature indicated change watching the sky pure beauty cloudless listening trepidation an argument over energy that desire speaks humanity a greater asset such is the elitist lifestyle a mask, a race, derision of a forgotten kindness doing the right thing while in contemplation the majestic Nature of a mature old oakContinue reading “A Simple Grace”
Tag Archives: Haiku
An Invisible Truth
We do live lives of exposure, we choose to pretend at least someone in your life has some pain to mend. Perhaps all their own and meant for no one alone beyond the simple exclusion of all of our unknown. Would our lives matter to anyone might we have met in a different time, anContinue reading “An Invisible Truth”
Living On Edge
Where is will certain safety exist, that idea of crisis last night feeling the sky express wrath if only would a strike in all its natural awe sear through the soul of man. All the questions will remain haste or a patience still we might feel the rain. Streets now with drenched asphaltContinue reading “Living On Edge”
Why Do Tears Exist
Why, when it doesn’t matter, is there a tear, a welling of our eyes, we cannot ever explain with reason a memory, what sort of reminder is attached to a nondescript moment in our lives. A tear, a weeping desire to pour out our soul, hearts might ache, yet when are the real actionsContinue reading “Why Do Tears Exist”
As Wind In Song
I woke the morning the sounds of a breeze whistling across rooftops rattling silent pain ever present is the touch of a natural wave upon my skin does let me come to realize sharing this moment in the arms of another does both exhilarate our body and soul our heart meant as one weathering suchContinue reading “As Wind In Song”
Whisper Morning Breeze
I wake in my arms hold promise a sensual travel in this our twilight hour gray skies give allowance sweet harmony will our love begin motion, eyes open eyes do speak ©️ Scott F Savage 8/2020
Tha Waiting
A certain quiet a bewitching hour prevents respite in riot
Retracing Steps
If it were possible how many would change their route as Frost would suggest taken upon ourselves what we are not about yet how many, really when we look in the mirror can we recognize who we were in all of fields of fear. When one day, she did walk away finally after soContinue reading “Retracing Steps”
A Wish I Might Know
Feel her heart upon my own summer day for this we had known
Drink With Me
a drunk might escape drained bottle, empty pill box one would think, clean slate.
Personal Testimony 