A woman walks upon cobblestone
The bumps reminding her
Of the time she walked in countryside
The night is silent
And it enfolds her like grains of sand
Each a universe
Worshipping her as their sun
Her static pulls the night closer
And she is reminded
She is not alone.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
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picture of what I saw.
She is indeed not alone. A nice input.