quiet ocean dreams
what lines the seams
of her soul
storms deep in echo
if light
shatters time
singing
across the lines
marking her heart
woman
with nowhere to go
walking a river of
blood
such as water
walking a river of
illusion
sharing her water
of life
with those who belong
song of the trees
born of water and dreams
Jude, “song of a tree” . . . Such a wonderful selection of words and arrangement of twenty-six letters of our alphabet. I once stood among the giant sequoias in California and nearly cried because of their strength, their awesome beauty and power, and their refusal to die.
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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David Lee Thompson
Ron
This a very quiet, thoughtful, and deep poem.
It carries a lot of respect for life and love.