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Tag: National Poetry Month


I remember the day, The words etched in stone. Breathe. I remember the quiet, The air remaining still. Breathe. I remember the moment, The calm before the storm.

Falling Grace

Autumn’s procession towards the cleansing. Mistakes of behavior exposing the wounds. Harvesting the abundant grace; Winter is coming soon.


In constant motion, This vagabond’s journey. Seeking those answers; Always learning. Lost in my mind. A very simple plan. Many will relate; None will understand.


Marooned beneath the clouds Finally, the rain subsides; Embracing the sun. ———- Riding gentle flows Surrender to the motion Peace over the falls