Poetry competition: Wishful Thinking
Life is such a mystery
In frustration one tries to find the key
to unlock the mystery
I throw a stone at the fruit tree
It throws back fruit to me.
I axe the trunk of the great Sandalwood
I did it harm not good.
I tread on the Camomile
It doesn’t complain or talk
Crushed and bruised it too
gives soothing perfume
To calm my stressful walk.
What lesson do I learn from this?
That life is not all bliss but love and love alone
Will cover a multitude of wrongful deeds
Ah! surely that must be the key.
© Nancy Bryne (2015)