A Chronicle of Philosophy and Observation

A Chronicle of Philosophy and Observation

Contemplation rides the breeze
A passing river of breath.

Tomorrow perches on the horizon
Waiting for its accompaniment:
Small songs which fade without motion.
Held and stilled by memory.

Constraints may bend and break
with the persistence of thought
arising from a single world of transience.

And then the soft wind moves on.

 

Yeah man, There is a natural mystic blowing through the air, It seems like you listen carefully so you will hear

 

Nice work. Beautiful phrasing, lovely reflections. Enjoyed it!

 

not overly my kind of poem i must say, but it has a certain flow i'll be honest. i dont think it overly expressed much. however thinking about it, i guess its a clever title and a clever poem...more to it than first meets the eye

good choice of name also

 

i like it a lot, beautiful, love the images i get from it. Sort of fits my mood perfectly right now.