poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


Sometimes life is just so fractous without
All of the lucid yet cohearant of doubts
That at times oversweeps us and leaps at us out
Without endowed reason or beasts to seek clouds

There can still be rain even without our fury
Even with names that we call upon at times
And there will still be games even to the new me
That wipes upon unwashed grains to frown