This week, Sunday Scribblings, is curious about wonderment:
What do you wonder? Have you experienced wonder? Is it a feeling? An emotion? A place? Tell us about wonder.
Wayward and Hallow
A seed that wanders
a weed that withers
will it ever be real for me.
To reach existence
a swim through light
all to taste the blight of day.
Through serenity and womb
to pick Mother's bloom
I must eat through flesh and doom.
Gulping down the bloodless moon; in search of home
the scent that sails about the sun
how many more times around?
For every moment of woe and wonder
with every wakeful eye
a third shall fail and die.