Walking Mime

It seem like a canyon of empty years 

Since I penned my soul. 

I hear waddling sounds filled with desire 

To sound the trumpet of Hercules. 

Until then I walk as fool, 

A mime lacking the essence of thunder, 

Antennae on the rise listening for evermore 

To echoes of serendipity.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Every once in a while I am fool but for the most part a reasonable intelligent guy. Thanks for the visit. Happy Thanksgiving Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this...walking as fools, mimes with no words...echoes from the silence...

years since i penned my soul...years since i wrote somthing that really mattered.