Archive for the ‘Triolet’ Tag
Suffering is my lifelong friend;
Happiness is far too fleeting.
Here from the start, until the end,
Suffering is my lifelong friend.
In spite of efforts to pretend,
As long as my heart keeps beating
Suffering is my lifelong friend;
Happiness is far too fleeting.
– SR Romney 2025
For one possessing true erudition
The path forward is illuminated.
A wasted thought is an imposition
For one possessing true erudition.
Though living is made of complication;
Moments leaving one feeling frustrated,
For one possessing true erudition
The path forward is illuminated.
SR Romney 2024
The flakes of snow caress the sky
Then lie at rest upon the ground
Just like a bird who learns to fly
The flakes of snow caress the sky
I wish that I could soar as high
and float, carefree, with friends around
The flakes of snow caress the sky
Then lie at rest upon the ground
– SR Romney 2023
As long as I can see the light
I will find my way back home
I know that things will be alright
As long as I can see the light
When all I know is out of sight
No matter how far I roam
As long as I can see the light
I will find my way back home
– SR Romney 2022
Our life is just a melody
And we all play a part.
The music sounds so sweet to me;
Our life is just a melody.
Our cities are a symphony.
The instrument, our heart.
Our life is just a melody
And we all play a part.
– SR Romney 2022
I fold my mind into a paper boat
And drift upon the endless, shifting sea
To try and keep my sanity afloat
I fold my mind into a paper boat
And as my greatest wish escapes my throat
I wonder what it is like to be free
I fold my mind into a paper boat
And drift upon the endless, shifting sea
– Shaman Romney 2021
Much of life is spent in hiding;
Time is sand that runs through fingers.
Always smiling and abiding,
Much of life is spent in hiding.
So I write these words for guiding
And leave you with a thought that lingers:
Much of life is spent in hiding;
Time is sand that runs through fingers.
– SR Romney 2020
Life has grown a bit too cold
As every moment passes by.
Despite the warmth I try to hold,
Life has grown a bit too cold.
Love is worth it’s weight in gold,
And I’m a beggar asking why
Life has grown a bit too cold
As every moment passes by?
– SR Romney 2020