Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Old Truths


Tired today;
snowing heavily.
Weight of snow
exhausting.

Decades of word flakes:
black and white.
Old bells still chime their
warning of gray fog.

Past truths emerge
swirling into lies.
Old truths tossed
inside then out.

4 comments:

  1. A beautiful poem - I feel the weight of it, hear the old bells. I hope its stopped snowing now.

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  2. Thanks Merlene. Your comments are much appreciated.

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  3. Thanks Avril. Yes, and it has been a beautiful day.Took lots of pictures.

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