He stands there
Quietly gazing
Caressing life
With a tired glance
A shadow
Brave enough
To acknowledge
Beauty
While dying
At the same time
The silent companionship
Of two boys
Delivering newspapers
The summer sweetness
Of raspberries
The easy touch of the
Autumn sun
On his lover’s face
Her hummingbird voice
Fish jumping shy high
Skipping ideas
Of eternal freedom
He is drawn to
Streams, rivers,
Brooks, rivulets
To constant motion
To the opposite
Of stillness
He lets his mind
Follow the waters
Travels upstream
All the way back
To the source
Preparing for
His last journey
Stretching it
To the max
His lips blessed
By the last drop
Of life’s rich gravy
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...
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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