Serendipity by Nicole Assenza These tired eyes No longer wonder But maybe feign an interest In what lies behind A saintly face Of cobwebs Of vintage vines Unvarnished, golden Stylishly hiding such Potency Propensity for purity Or poison Bruise tinged eyes Tired of watching I turn a stone And I find My faith in you 04/28/2006 Author's Note: All of my poems are tired, lately Posted on 04/29/2006 Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/02/06 at 03:39 AM Well, not with this 'faith'. This 'faith'can turn into a source of refined energies, making one eventually to start believing in one selve, on this evolutionary path, ever growing, ever ascending, attaining unseen heights. But only if one can stop projecting assumed situations. Posted by JD Clay on 07/25/06 at 03:18 AM This is a fantastic poem with a wonderful vision, Nicole. Making something from nothing is easy when you're given a good start and work from the bottom up. I like the title and the premise. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)