The world is all just shapeshifting
Altering, swirling, sliding, sifting
With the sands of time drifting by
Word and motion seem piffling

And yet I snatch at the fog lifting
Engaging in my own light grifting
For all that is sly, the meaning is nigh
And any discredit is rifting

Enjoy my writing? Buy me a coffee 🙂

Photo by Raluca Enea on Unsplash

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a website or blog at

Up ↑

Tales Told Different

"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"

Jo Writes Fantasy

Born in Poland | Living in Texas Now | Hype

Way Too Fantasy

Speculative fiction book reviews and more!

The Essence of you

Inspire Innovate Improve.

%d bloggers like this: