Three Poems
by Stephen Rock
braced
sun beams
trigger primal senses
shifting seasons
embrace advancing years
memories
wrap tight
meditation
I listen for silence
those moments
when the void grips my mind
in unfocused bliss
drowning the need to hear
down goes the hammer
it
struggles
as if a pillow over the face
a scream
cloistered
as if permanence was enough to buy silence
venture art
may be good
might be bad
defiantly positioned
by virtue of demand
it
dies
when value
trumps intent
Artist and poet Stephen Rock is online at RockEditions.com.
