Written by: Bob Brumfield
Trust
In his hand is mine
His arm outstretched his grip firm
I’ll call him papa
Drought
Shimmering desert
Land scoured by wind and sand
Waiting for the rain
Goal
Reaching for the prize
In my mind’s eye all is lost
Finding solace rare
Comrades
We shared a common foe
An enemy oft unseen
Why fight each other
Fall
Sad when trees shed leaves
Majestic, are they standing
In years passing by
Friend
There is one closer
Loyal is he in troubles
We can’t all be him
Hate
Hotly my blood flows
Amity is not my cause
Unease is my plight
Safety
Is the ice too thin?
I’ll put it to the test now
How stupid is that?
Tombs
Graveyards speak volumes
Inscribed are lives lived and lost
Don’t walk on my grave
Sloth
I languish alone
Idleness my heart’s desire
I’m lost in my thoughts
Lava
In its core, mountains
From its bowels crests are formed
Scarlet rivers flow
Pegasus
Graceful steed prancing
His noble head held proudly
No saddle for it
Brightness
Light shines forth in day
Sunrays illuminate the skies
Clearly, I see now
Boundaries
It’s my neighbor’s land
Its verdant dales, flowered fields
Coveting what’s his
Vortex
Spinning endlessly
In a whirlpool of desire
Craving is futile
The Prize
Jumping life’s hurdles
In a race that will not end
Quick to exhaustion
Fiction
Stories well written
Introduction, plot, ends well
Read at one’s leisure
Pledge
Promise to uphold
Honesty above all things
Putting ones trust there
Art
Painting in the skies
With a brush no man can hold
The rainbow dissolves
Question
To study life’s meaning
Gleaning unsearchable truths
Back where I started
Dreaming
How soon life is past
Dreams glad or sad define our lives
Wishing all were joy