The sun was clouded behind a sea of white
While flowers blossom in the morning light
The clouds would drift like on parade
A lonely winter light cascade
And even when the earth would rock
Imagine the reaction of my shock
Where giant waves would mark the shore
Amongst the ocean in its roar
The wind would howl among the trees
Lonely stranger among the breeze
Like splinters shattered in the past
Some passages were made the last
As tears fell from cloudy skies
Among the souls with restless eyes
The earth was rocked with a violent rage
And there was a thought for the village sage
Pave your way in brick and stone
Alas, I walk this world alone
good one Darryn, I tell what walking alone might be a good idea with all the backstabbers around, even in the family, then again maybe this is just in my world and experience
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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.
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Be always safe,
Karen