Two Poems Of Two Line Poems

The still pools reflection, what clarity, within its deepest depths it holds? Until a trouble mind bestirs, silts of time. Looking for what else unfolds. In comes morning, hauling death. Don't close your eyes There are only another fifty years of worthless wondering left. .......... Exacerbation In comes morning, hauling Death. Do not close your eyes there's only a matter of another fifty years of exacerbation life left. Self-reflection Some trouble mind bestirs silts of time. Looking for what else unfolds. What clarity within our deepest murky depths now holds? Hornet on the wing God, he would catch a hornet on the wing, relish infinite beauty, not its putrefying sting. Readied gunpowder Love is a cannonball. Readied gunpowder it's easy to fire, difficult to hold catch once it has ignited all its fire. . in His wisdom He gave us a blanket of snow an ice door melting . radiant sunsets a campfire now covered in sheets of snow . I can't fathom why her likeness isn't constant leaves of change . a chainsaw humming a woodpeckers beak drilling silence faraway… . a midnight vigil chandeliers of crystal glass dew-like teardrops plunge . a fallen oak tree an acorn in its round cup destiny awaits