Tim Mitchell has been writing poetry since high school. He enjoys exploring them, the many forms, and writing them
Mysteries of yesterday rediscovered new wisdom,
Yet, curiosity’s cat gives warning to beware of rocks,
You may trip on them or from heaven above they fall,
You may plummet into the chasm evoked by dare to solve.
Beware familiar plant’s berries may be bright red and tasty,
Yet awaken not to old world as another universe unfolds,
A new discovery tempted with its mystery of new knowledge,
Now mind in a quandary as reality has changed and feared.
What was once now has become never was and only illusion,
Like touching the blue sky nothing is felt leaving only emptiness,
Existence only a dream’s illusion of hope’s promise I am real,
A ghost of the past now is like a child learning to walk again.
A puzzle be a puzzle is pieces scattered edges ragged and jagged,
Once picturesque and majestic knowledge a known and familiar,
Again, fitting them together a quest to be whole once again,
But, old ones are now changed and new ones have no home.
Alas, turning seen is a mountain with invitation to climb,
A new world beckons with promise of tomorrow’s discovery,
New growth flourishes with each new tree of wisdom sharing,
New mysteries to be solved bring great renewal of new hopes.
© 2017 Tim Mitchell