After the war, with our minds at rest decompressing
from the shadows of fear,
our oceans will find us again
with the poetry we thought we had lost forever
running, thundering
in our ears,
as the waves roar
in the power
of confidence.
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Note: Keep fighting.
We do not have to travel far to discover
hope this spring,
to become alive again,
as the earth awakens
and each flower gently
opens their petals
with the encouragement
of the sun.
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In the poet’s heart we hold the light dancing with colors
filling our phrases shaping,
guiding, directing the surge of words
through us
the intensity into our pens,
confident.
And in our decreasing
we seek a river
or an ocean
dolphins playing in the waves
to fill us
once again.
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Having rejected despair, I turned my eyes to the depth
of the oceans,
the unlimited horizon,
sunlight speaking,
restoring me with peace,
as the pine trees stood strong
and steadfast
along the shoreline.
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Hope seems distant in the shadows of fear,
yet living within us
is the power
to believe again.
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Rocks hold their ground with the rushing of sparkling waves
Mesmerized I listen closely,
to the sounds of the ocean
singing, dancing, moving
and I realize
we can see more clearly
in our peace, with the veil removed.
And a prayer escapes my heart,
my mind,
just at the right moment, receding.
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The most beautiful words I have ever heard,
have been quietly spoken,
a softness of spirit
gentle whispers,
making all the difference…..
creating
a powerful beauty.
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I learned how to turn and shape my discovery,
my emblazoned star
into a more pliable romance,
so she would notice me,
and we could both walk out of this mess together,
seeking wholeness. We did find
the right shoes though,
used, but in remarkable condition.
And she spun, twirled
in her cotton skirt,
with the sun in her hair
the scent of lavender
defending us,
and that’s how it all began really,
our journey together.
Note: Sometimes we find ourselves by finding each other.
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I may not get to the mountain top today,
or walk in the tall grass
but I can surround myself
with the woods, seeking light,
or walk by the lake,
pause on a rock watching
the ducks gently paddle,
as I close my eyes,
breathing deep.
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Note: I like many of you, feel a need to have an inner quiet, a time to reassess and pull back.
I know I always work too hard, post too often. And everytime I say I’m taking a break, it doesn’t happen for long. It’s who I am I guess.
One way I have made time though, is by sharing from my archives. So I’ll do that for awhile, and post less often.
My priorities are to take care of my wife, and my own health.
I’ll also be spending even more time outside (yay!), learning more yoga, exercising, and reading.
I love reading paranormal spy thriller novels, and poetry. My favorite poets right now are Rupi Kaur and Courtney Peppernell.
Thank you for reading!
When we finally do find our way, we will be amazed
at how far we have come,
how much we have learned,
and the strength we had
to overcome.
Allow your strength
to return.
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Rivers Renewed 