Plague of Soul
Welkin Siskin lives in Seattle, Washington. He is the poet of varied nature, who writes on various themes. Poetry for him is the healing ointment of a heart destitute of vision.
He believes that poetry is the play of words, the change of verbs into nouns; the game of words surging through the heart's inside.
His poetry is the yearning for freedom, love, life, and the expression of the Nature that adorns the Universe- the mysterious eternity of the Infinite.
Welkin Siskin
Washington, America
For all that comes as oddity to surpass us
Are things stained as plague in our souls.
And how could this go thus
If we neglect life, its purpose and goals.
For all the stains of life lead us to adversary
And adversary entwines us
And life so becomes a sorry
And farewell we bid to life thus.
Life is an intricate pathways of hedges
And an un-enchanting cruise
And we got to somehow cross these mazes
With love, with pain, with compassion and bruise.