Welkin Siskin lives in Seattle, Washington. He is the poet of varied nature, who writes on various themes.
Poetry for him is the healing ointment of a heart destitute of vison.
He believes that a poetry is the play of words, the change of verbs into nouns; the game of words surging through the heart's inside.
His poetry is the yearning for freedom, love, life, and the expression of the Nature that adorns the Universe- the mysterious eternity of the Infinite.
Be the deep of sorrows your delight
Forever to dwell with smiles;
However dark the evening is,
Be your life the light
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Love maybe felt sour
That it might cause bitterness
It's nevertheless a spring -garden flower
With sweet and everlasting tenderness.
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Where is a quantum spot with no embrowning
Lain around the cosmos periphery seen;
Where is the world that's shunning
Those flaws remained precarious and muddling as din?
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No tears or pigmented fluid
Can erase the scars of soul.
No simple words can do the undone
Stuff, if love should rise and illuminate the heart.
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Ever to let us fall to cross all the walls
The fate of time tread on us,
Never to let us cross the lines
Of life, the time goes on and on thus.
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