Saturday, October 18, 2014

A Machine (new poem)

A Machine (New Poem)
by Tim Kavi

a machine
a machine!
is what I am
becoming in a world
of thieves

who conspire
lie low in dark rooms
to steal only
my identity
finding no cash
but who I am
stripped of meaning

so if you define me
telling me
who or what to be;
where are my stories?

for I am fashioned
by choices
that lead to driven
conscious identities

evolving over time
morphing into community
many forking paths
resolving into
the road less traveled by?

longing to be
and to remain free
you will never take
the real me.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Tree of Me (New Poem)

TREE OF ME (New Poem)
by Tim Kavi

I am rooted
drawn deep into the soil
my limbs longing for light

until the gentle ocean speaks
and the winds scatter
my leaves throughout the wild
wooded Earth!

There is only my existence
screaming in the void
fighting to stand tall
as long as I can.

About the photo:  Photographer is Beth Moon. The photo was featured in the Review Section of The Wall Street Journal; Saturday-Sunday Oct. 11-12, 2014; page C12.