driving across this southern summer
crepe myrtles line every street in this town
chet baker on the stereo
modern monk of some sort
…..rise with the sun
…..sleep with the moon
pondering my cloistered life
faith seems like a dream
pray not to be prey
took the highway home
only to find tangled
broken cedar & juniper
from an unseen ongoing storm
distant lands & even native cities
seems so so far away
seeking sustenance
for my wearying neglected body
or is it for my hungering soul
…………
Terrence Sykes was born and raised in the rural coal mining area of Virginia. This isolation brings the theme of remembrance to his creations, whether real or imagined. Other interests include cooking, gardening, heirloom vegetable research & foraging wild edibles. His poetry – photography – flash fiction has been published in Bangladesh, Canada, Ireland, India, Mauritius, Pakistan, Scotland, Spain, and the USA.
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