Skip to main content
Poetry

The Soul’s Journey Through Words

By No Comments1 min read
scribbles on wall

In my dreams I cannot grasp the sunflower

My head beds down
on a pile of books.
I’ve devoured
West African Religions.
Others scanned as
Why Do Things Always Go Wrong –
now, scaffolding,
vertically challenged –
words prop up my soul
as it navigates
the latest landscape.

Poem: The Travelling Soul: A Reflection

Skendong

Author Skendong

Metamorphosing Clunky Narratives

More posts by Skendong

Leave a Reply