Becoming a poet: A poetry by Kevin Isaac
I wish I were a poet, with superpowers to persuade moods, cajole words and bend them to my will. I would massage and juxtapose them
Hindsight – A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
Hindsight pretends to have perfect vision, but don't be fooled. It can only recognise the past. It professes to have knowledge and sound judgement, but it lacks foresight.
Broken: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
He holds his fears close to his chest like treasures, almost. And prays. He believes if he pretends long enough, time will eventually devour them.
Dying embers: A poetry by Kevin Isaac
Oh silence! Hello, my dear old friend! It has been too long. You and I, alone and apart, together; scuffling over permanent obscure questions
Bits of us: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
As Auld Lang Syne faded into silence, and the fireworks dimmed, spontaneous cheers quietly turned to memories and a new dawn bid farewell to the old.
The Lighthouse: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
When closeness no longer terrifies friendship and opportunities are seen to open doors to fresh opportunities, yet you still find you’re losing your way, take a look toward the lighthouse.…
The Path Not Taken: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
Even if you stop, tripped up by feelings of resentment, regret, or curiosity and cast your eyes in the rearview mirrors of time; the roads do not slow down and…
Footnote: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
Slow down, let your soul savour the few remaining pockets of pristine air before they become too bitter and murky to inhale.
The Pursuit: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
How much stuff must one accumulate in pursuit of fulfilment before the quest leads to emptiness; before one understands that happiness is not a destination but a journey.