Poems by
Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis Ode to Freedom Nelson Mandela while imprisoned Basked in spiritual freedom. Our mind, rich in untold wealth Beckons us to partake, With thinking and spiritual awakening, How gratifying changing the way We look at things. True freedom is a gift we tend to abuse Like responsibilities attached. Don’t drop the gift, Freedom is a state of mind.
Silence #1 I never knew silence with such power Until love of writing clearly spoke; It shed new light on many things, Like fresh scent of silence permeating Where I hear it serenading like stress-slayer.
To Be Inspired To be inspired To let silence lead the way As you see sights Within and out Of yesterday Of yesteryears, You’ll hear in any atmosphere Your conscience clear You’ll feel what triggers glee, Look at life’s flow of beauty In spaces undisguised.
What Fifty Said When I was young I owned the world. I walked half-dressed in winter’s cold. I suffered like mercury crushed. I went forth too numb to learn to touch. Now I am old and the world is young. What can’t be relived must be newly sprung. I strain at lessons fit for medication I go to school to wake to attention.
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