A FIELD OF POPPIES

 

 

A field of poppies.

Tempting as they may be.

I cannot yield to them.

My head would be clouded.

My thoughts floating away.

A day of fantasies and dreams.

I must hold steadfast.

And walk away.

Keep my mind clear.

For thoughts I hold dear.

Source:

THE BRIDGE SIGHS

earthyday:

Bridge of Sigh by Tusharadri Mukherjee

The water beneath the bridge

flows smooth and clear.

The town is quiet.

The people are happy.

It is time for bed,

Where dreams will be happy ones.

The bridge gives a soft sigh

Of relief and happiness

Before it settles down for the night.

A NEED TO FOCUS

Sometimes things don’t feel clear<br /> as I try to bring them into focus.<br /> Everything is fuzzy in my mind.<br /> I want life to have some structure,<br /> some meaning, some reason for living.<br /> Is there a bigger plan?<br /> Am I seeing what I’m supposed to be seeing?<br /> Is there a major plan that we’re supposed to be<br /> following, instead of drifting along in space and time?<br /> I hope so, as I try to bring life into clearer focus.

Sometimes things don’t feel clear
as I try to bring them into focus.
Everything is fuzzy in my mind.
I want life to have some structure,some meaning, some reason for living.

Is there a bigger plan?

Am I seeing what I’m supposed to be seeing?

Is there a major plan that we’re supposed to be

following, instead of drifting along in space and time?

I hope so, as I try to bring life into clearer focus.