The below was written in celebration of National Poetry Day 2019.
Untruth Becomes Truth
My heart is a weak muscle
My heart is a strong fortress bounded by love.
Her face brings suffering
Her face brings wisdom and knowledge.
Gold is a certain future
Gold is a destructive illusion.
The seed is a dry death
The seed is an opening to new beginnings.
The number is a cry of desperation
The number is a cry of hope which soars through the sky.
Her music is a leaden sky
Her music is an owl’s call at twilight
The moon is a dead light
The moon is a triumphant reflection
My mind is an empty fury
My mind is a well of tranquillity and love.
The wolf cries a lonely howl in the night-time
The wolf cries a haunting melody
The book is a well of desolation
The book is a tower of truths
The crow speaks of a bad king
The crow speaks of the Queen
The light darkens my truth
The light overpowers the darkest night.
The pen writes of evil deeds
The pen writes of glorious places.
Metal is cold and hard
Metal is supple and full of possibilities.
The wood threatens me
The wood breathes life into every soul.
The body is a heavy burden
The body is a weightless gift
The house is a dark blot
The house is a safe place bursting with love.
His voice is a sharp sword
His voice is a lullaby which soothes my soul.
The field is a green jungle
The field is a sea of dancing sprites.
My Love has a black heart
The Love is warm to the core
The angel has wings of hard glass
The angel has wings of diamond to enfold me
The earth does not ask for help
The earth continues to offer.
The learning is always too far from me
The learning is closer than we think.
By Your Teachers