The Oeuvre

  • Dreams in Water

    Soon it’s going to rain in the villages,Mixed reactions will describe visages,Yes, there had been a drought for sure-Old wretched lady, wrought torture! Dusty children play in dusty lanes,Armed with marbles, pebbles, canes,They don’t know they’re going to warSoon, since the showers are not very farAway, they don’t know what to call it-A boon or…

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  • She Carries On

    I found her scraping the sandOff the ground by the oak tree,Wonder what she thought she’ll landUpon, under the skies so free.Will she find pearls, or just nuts?Will she dig the soil – how deep?What if her palms suffer cuts!What if the bruise’s too deep! I know she won’t stop doing it-Looking for the new,…

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  • Nature’s Ways

    The predator creeps towards the preySilently and stealthily, on its feet grey,One moment more, the wait will finish,So shall the prey’s existence diminish.Independence will pass into oblivionBut the ruthless creature will live onAs it has done till this very moment,And for its this doing, it won’t repent. Our friend, two legged, blessed with reasonAnd raised…

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  • Timber Trawler Who?

    Someone quoted Anonymous, and I quote him, “Better late than never.” I took this literally. So, for 29 years of my life, I waited until it was just late enough to not be called too late to put pen to paper…er, keyboard input to WordPress. I am Reed, and I trawl through the beautiful woods…

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