Droplets on Raw Canvas

The bottomless pit of the freak

Like the clouds above

Obnoxious and misunderstood

A generous cover on the strenuous stream

Cooling the heat of tension.

The army marches across the sky

Unique in shapes, variable and defiant

Each appreciative of the journey

Touching the souls of passers-by

Strung across beyond reach.

Glorified in colorful paints

Dripping on the landscape, artistic dispersion

A prism to shine grace

Upon the gloominess, spraying of the grind

Like a cocktail fragrance.

The freak embraces abnormality

Excelling in the distinctive joy

Gratitude and eternal abundance

Supplied in each drop

The paintbrush scrapes on the raw canvas.

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.