True North

I’ve stopped pretending
reality struck my eyes
there’s no canvas here

blame hesitation
procrastination and lies
forgive my lapses

without my compass
true north escapes detection
I’m left foundering

  

Rose directs, pointing

Sharp angles of distinction

Circle trapped petals.

Peace, people!

Skating 

A future prepared

Frozen smooth, without ripples

Skating on thin ice.

Cracks form and widen

Water seeps through, threatening

Surface gives quarter.

They all then fall down.

  

Peace, people!