Category: Poetry
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Rain Cloud Mind
My mind’s a rain cloud, soaring high, Its thoughts descending, passing by, Creating ripples in the pools, Of memories past, unneeded tools. In every droplet, every thought, A giant universe is caught. Its creatures live a billion years, To us it’s just ’til my head clears. The smallest drop, a bright idea, Reminds my nose…
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Reflections
Windows to different worlds No two the same Interpreting reality Contorted, beautified Two ocean suns merge The bottom more vibrant Than the one above Yet not as real What seems real Is just another reflection Of what, who knows An infinite number of reflections Into eternity, the source lost Memories of feelings More real than…
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Morning
The first trace of day appears on the horizon, a dim, surreal pink conflating with the dark blues of the atmosphere, breeding an ephemeral tinge of beauty. A low-hanging cloud begins to glow a slowly brightening red, then orange, from its edges to its heart, and a white-throated sparrow awakens from his slumber, whistling his…
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The Symphony of Life
He sat with his back to the tree, eyes closed, listening. There was only the music of the forest, the summer breeze tickling the leaves which shimmered back and forth, waving at their guest below, welcoming him to their protective canopy. The songbirds chirped from the swaying treetops, and in the distance a woodpecker battered…
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City Wanderer
A lone man wanders through the streets From horns and lights his mind retreats His thoughts are with the flowing streams That each night occupy his dreams The busy people looking down Fingers typing, a slight frown The smiling man might have no home His spirit, though, is free to roam
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Sad Girl
She sat in the straw chair by the screen window looking over the ocean with her eyes out of focus, her mind elsewhere. What seemed so beautiful, so serene yesterday seemed empty today. Yesterday the sunlight shimmering off the salt water in the bay tickled her eyes and her brain with pleasure. Today the same…