The Soulless Man

You hear, but don't listen

     no music in your ears

You see only darkness

     your eyes without tears

You sense no fine fragrance

     smell no pleasing scent

No taste on your lips

     no smile of content

You touch without feeling

     with no soft caress

The man with no soul

     can know nothing less.

Broken Circles

Broken Circles

It's said that life's

     a circle full

Three hundred sixty degrees

But circumstances 

     sometimes

Cut the cycle to its knees

For those who are

     affected by

Such vagaries profound

Blindsided by

     floodwaters

In which the cycle drowns

Know that life

     is also kind

The circle made askew

Through nature's strong

     and healing touch

Will be restored anew.

Shared with One Stop Poetry for A Look At Rhyme by Gay Cannon, also known as beachanny. With thanks once again to Russell Crowe, who always provides inspiration.