Poems, essays, and other writings by eric bleys

The Waves that Stumble Backwards

How can we live in the present, 

when we are haunted by the future,

and haunted by the past? 

It is like a sliver line in the grass, 

dividing ourselves apart, 

into conflicting thoughts and feelings, 

like the waves that stumble backwards after reaching the shore.


All of Humankind Desires Love

Time is Like an Ocean