Poetry….Came to Live


It was the ruins. It had always been the ruins, curving his light, causing the blur….the whirl in his spirit.

He knew he was more though. Perhaps he did have an existence after all.

For him woodland trails were more than a healer, he wandered through half praying, because the woods were his teacher.

Waterfalls spoke, and God sent angels that could sense his scar tissue, providing a balm. He was different somehow.

Sprinkles from heaven began the new, and he was able to see the word structure clearly.

Within the wind and the sun he discovered lines. And poetry….came to live. 


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In our calling forth of syntax and syllables

we shape and maneuver our poems, as if to say yes,

there is still some hope

even within the burning of our skies,

we push fear aside

and move forward anyway,

embracing the new.


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Within the Renewal


Within the renewal there is a stronger revelation,

a better wing, and fewer


I cannot be on a break without saying thank you! Your love, support, and wonderful comments have been absolutely amazing. Your insights about life and blogging have been wonderfully filled with insight.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am strengthened.

I will be visiting your sites again the first part of next week, while maybe offering up a post late this weekend. After that I hope to share poetry consistently.

In the meantime I’ll be focusing on renewal, family, and work.

I wish you peace.


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