Poems from Patrick B. Maxwell
As I Walked Along The Footpath In The Glen
As I walked along the footpath in the glen.
I saw him dance amongst the sunbeams gathered...
I Look Upon Your Mountains
I look upon your mountains, Lord, and see your playful jest.
With childlike hands playing in the sands,
You...
The Fall
High atop my ego, I perch. Precariously
pondering pleasantries unaware.
Yesterday's tomorrow wasting away
before my very eyes...
Footfalls Torments
Incensed by my own senses,
my struggle, my conflict, my war
continues, unabated, on the planes of my soul.
"...
Minutes Drip
Minutes drip,as dew drops slip
and cast themselves as errant ships,
upon the breezy breezes blown.
Four corners globe must be...