I Once Had No Shoes
12 September 2024
By MAYA GREEN I once had no shoesBut I walked for milesOver hills and across dalesAnd forging fast flowing streams I swam the backwoods’ riversTiptoeing
By MAYA GREEN I once had no shoesBut I walked for milesOver hills and across dalesAnd forging fast flowing streams I swam the backwoods’ riversTiptoeing
By MAYA GREEN The face, I guess is but a mystifying veilYou can’t see it unless through a mirrorA veiling of a beauty from the
By Maya Green The sea is calm now, and reflectingIts surface a perfect glass, of a mirrorCatch a glimpse, of your face this morningGetting a
By MAYA GREEN Those lines in the mirror?Wear them as a batch of honourYour stripes of wisdom, of the agesAcquired, and born of the years
By Maya Green The pressure is persistent, unrelentingThere is desperation in the airSubtle conditioning paves the wayFor the final sting — it’s surely coming Beware
By Maya Green We live in the cityBut my, our mannersAre not much betterNo, not any better No better than thoseWho live in the countryWhom
By Maya Green If trees could speakWhat would they say?If trees could speakHow would they pray? If trees could cryWill they be shy?Yes, trees do
By Maya Green O Sojourner, along life’s path remember these truths: Life is the bridge — the long narrow bridgeAnd raging streams, high mountains and
By Maya Green I once met an artist, a fervent apostateWho painted so many thingsHe even painted his own portraitsSome realistic, some just artistic flingsA
By MAYA GREEN Fully living through life —Passionate, present, involved;Immersed in the goings ons, and —Of the flows and ebbs,Yet is in, and outside, of
