Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (7)

Try   by Ingrid S. Skibbe

We try so hard- so very hard to see lifes hidden plan

Jet through it all and over all, we know we seldom can.

So, complex is the human soul unsearchable and wide

Like wind or water, drifting clouds or restless Ocean tide.

Lost  by Ingrid S. Skibbe

I have picked a bunch of Forget-me-not

Have picked them, not knowing why?

Then laid them aside with an aging heart

To watch them wither and die.