Author Archives: Echoes of the soul

Awake or Asleep

The sun rises Showering it’s glorious rays illuminating the world With colours of life The awake see the spectacle of the day For the sleeping it’s the dark night There is glory in the world waiting for us to see. They materialise when we see them. They wait for us to see. We just haveContinue reading “Awake or Asleep”

Stones of the same rock

Earth tremble and QuakesThe mass shiftsThe muddy skin splits and cracksAnd then the boulder rolls Dislodged from its lofty heightsDown the hill it fallsSkipping over the slopesRacing to the valley below and then with that final leapIt lands near the gushing streamThe crash is loudShaking the earth even more Impact shatters the mighty rockNo longerContinue reading “Stones of the same rock”

Fimple

I received a comment from a friend where she appreciated a poem and termed it ‘Fimple’ and beautiful. The error was unintentional and innocent, but it got me thinking, what this word would mean if it was a word. I wonder about the sound of it, the image of it and possibly the taste andContinue reading “Fimple”