Sunday, November 9, 2008

Fragments - I


Observing without,
some fragments within,
Speaking aloud,
an innocuous sin.

Through the window,
A mother and child,
rather young, widow,
she looked and smiled.

Sorrow rife,
On her face,
In her hands, her life,
Yet an empty space.

Across the Street,
A friendly row,
As friends meet,
A little show.

Down the road,
Inside the church,
truth being told,
to those in search.

-- to be continued....

"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one." — Albert Einstein