Mimicry

Mimicry

by Tim Reed

the smell of wet earth

the crack of distant thunder

signify more than an army of wedding bells

or a thousand brash headlines

What is Wisdom?

What is Wisdom? 

by Tim Reed

What is wisdom

but a collection of mugs

yellowed pages, softly waiting

tear-painted handkerchiefs

concert-tickets

a simple pane of glass looking upon paradise? 

A look that is a Library

a word that is a Painting

wisdom is like the wind

only known when its gale bends an oak

or its breeze fills a soul

its grandeur is not the gold filigree of a museum

but the heart framed in a wrinkled eye

this is wisdom, and nothing more