Sometimes...6 Comments

Wow! This gets me thinking on so many levels, of order from chaos albeit beauty, so without chaos there can be no order meaning to me chaos is not how we perceive it to call it chaos. However, isn't chaos orderly in its own way? To be expected to follow it's own predetermined path in it's natural law of physics properties. A great poem Dominic and 10+

Broken! No need to afraid Through this broken heart waiting the shining sun

Yes, sometimes we see the world as it truly is thru cracks in the veil or in this case, glass. Another well penned poem by one of the UKs premiere poets. I can see beyond all the cracked critics who give the awards and canned acclaim.