#231 (too young, still)

I brushed off the ignorance of my youth with every single stroke each letter put in place I opened up some space to let knowledge pour in for wisdom I am too young, still   © Matthias Geh, 20th March 2018


#222 (crocuses)

Howling winds carry the faint memory of snow crystals prickling my face my feet in a flurry, the street in a hurry I am writing on glowing parchment warmth spreading from my fingertips my mind is searching for the caress of an old friend, whose dress is still too pale to spark the flame of … Continue reading #222 (crocuses)

#176 (what the moon taught me)

  The clouds taught me to wander in quiet the wind taught me to be calm or strong when needed the rain taught me to release pressure the sun taught me to become the center of my universe the stars taught me to shine a light for others the moon taught me that life moves … Continue reading #176 (what the moon taught me)

#110 (the blood of elder trees)

… once I cried in all shades of dusk the willows were whispering names of ancient deities lost between the red tide and the age of the machine before our dreams had wings until we replaced them with arbitrary iterations … the blood of elder trees the collective conscious severed from imagination and around the … Continue reading #110 (the blood of elder trees)