“I have been penning these poetic pieces for as long as I can remember and was “urged to share from within”.
I am both honoured and humbled by requests to hear more and so I humbly oblige.
I have submitted ‘SERENITY’ and ‘THE WHY RIVER’.” – Sherry Shill
SERENITY Serenity I thank thee Flowing rivers Running calm Gentle waves are washing all of us Leaving each one clean and warm Like the pebbled insecurity Or the woods you watch drift by O these ebbs and tides Are necessary We must change the water's line Not just tidal markings' forum Nor an oarspends' upper fine Here the flecks turn into nuggets Leave the nuggets for the mine Here the cool, sweet stream flows freely Here the echoes of the sky When you look down at the water You will marvel at what you find
THE WHY RIVER There is this place called the why river It flows silently for thee You go there only at certain times When 'you' really want to be 'ye' All your kinfolk know about it How it washes away all fears That you go there when you are lonesome,lost and cannot feel your tears When your sadness fills and wells you up So as you can say no more When your words are platforms,ridges,rungs and railings on the floor Then you go there just to meditate , Hum until you find yourself Wait until the ripples separate And emancipate your wealth Then and only then can you look down A silver surface see Your reflection reads and resonates And then my dear you will be free