A plurality of poetry
A proliferation of short poems by Martyn Foster.
What you’ll find hereafter is six independent four-lined poems which I scribbled at various times in recent months as a part of what I like to call “Morning Café Musings”, please enjoy.
The ones I liked best were the third and last ones, but let me know which you like best.
#1
Brain like a runaway train
A rollercoaster ride of pain
Spraying bullets in the dark
Hoping to hit its mark
#2
Tired eyes, tired mind
A burden too big to bare
Staring into the abyss
The soul wanders into The Devil’s lair
#3
Living in a world of one
A desert island of the mind
Is this a result of my own doing?
Seek and you shall find
#4
Free as a bird, enslaved as a human
Is the bird really free? He knows nothing else
A branch here, a crumb there
All in the pursuit of good health
#5
The weight of the world on your shoulders
But “the world is not enough”
The melancholia of someone
Whose inner world is boundless
#6
What does it mean to love someone?
Communication takes on other levels
Duality is always secretly unity
Entwined forever, the red and white rose petals
I hope you have enjoyed reading this collection of short poetry, please feel free to check out my other poetry linked below: