whispered from a frog

as they tend to do sometimes...

Find behind the greater gate of knowledge that the finer fate
Was always found in seeking others on the common ground.

I seek to find a sinking stone, kissed with knowledge on mother's bone
Sinking gently to the tomb
Of lost forgotten sonnets.

And I, like beetles walking by,
Have found the sound of clearer skies
That ask with every passing glance,
What circumstances can surmise?

Walk with me, through finer gardens...
Lie with me on clearer sands...
Simple things can seem so common,
Don't forget that they are grand.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

a good rythmn and rhyme scheme, I especially liked the line " I seek to find a sinking stone, kissed with knowledge on mother's bone"....great