He fell on the ice, bewildered.
Words to comfort me
Liquid gold stammering on
I am puzzled by many things.
I am puzzled by the sunrise, the sunset and the way the wind bends the trees and cools me off.
I am puzzled by why we are here and what we are doing.
I am puzzled by people’s reactions to, well…everything.
I am puzzled by people who feel the need to be hostile just because you disagree with them.
I am puzzled by the things people say without thinking.
I am puzzled by those who do not take the one life we have seriously.
I am mostly puzzled by the fact that so many things puzzle me.
Apparently bewilderment is a state of mind!
Looking out the window in front of me,
What is it now that I know I see?
Brilliant sunshine, wisps of white, naked trees and river white.
The limbs reach up ever towards the blue,
Waiting for the sunset to start anew.
I believe in the truth
Assuming nothing, absent words act as confirmation
Letters pieced together, arranged and then rearranged
Why? To make us believe.
Walking on the path,
Immersed in the retreat
Of winter, hopeful
A rhythmic poem should be measured,
If it is the words will be treasured,
As you weave through each stanza,
A linguistic bonanza,
I hope you will read this for pleasure.