Rictameter #6

Be still!
Discernment calls,
Distraction thrives on noise,
Self-control induces insight,
Rewarding all who wait, biding their time;
Poorer those weighed down by care,
By busyness impaired,
Goodness resounds
Be still!

©Meanderings 2016

Rictameter #5

Alone,
Sans kith or kin,
In dotage years forsooth,
However can someone survive
Within a soul-destroying, mindless world?
Sweet Charity her grace needs show,
Lest hapless lives be left,
Condemned to die,
Alone!

©Meanderings 2016

Rictameter #4

At last,
No turning back,
When all is said and done,
What is said cannot be unsaid,
And what is done can never be undone,
Humble pie needs to be eaten,
Lest guilt our lives pervade,
Pray boundless grace
And peace prevail,
At last!

©Meanderings 2016

Rictameter #3

Night falls,
Nature retires,
Insomniacs prepare
For silent, lonely hours ahead,
Acceptant of their sad, nocturnal plight,
Though always wishing otherwise
That, like fam’ly and friends,
They can smile when –
Night falls!

©Meanderings 2016

Rictameter #2

Petite,
Fair-haired damsel,
In light-grey suit attired,
Demure smile gracing her fetching face,
Ambled down spacious college passageway,
Turning admiring, ogling heads,
Young student ventured forth,
Good Morning Ms
Petite!

©Meanderings 2016