Poetry

A Sampling Of Poetry I've Written.

Stone And Straw

An old wive's tale, a whisper, a rumor,

The thought filled me up with great humor.

Surely this thing could not exist,

as adults we usually dismiss.

Thoughts of magic, of things curious, and unknown,

They are best left to fairy tales that I'd long outgrown.

But today is my birthday so I ponder my years,

And I decide to move forward through reflective tears.

I pull on my boots and I don't look back,

I journey through the forest even when I can't find a clear path.

I use something deep inside of me,

I use more than my eyes to see.

Using a keen gut and a faith unwavering,

I came up to the thing I'd been favoring.

I found that little cottage of stone and straw,

And I stood in its fairy tale wonder in awe.

The forest was deep and I didn't think I'd find my way,

But life hasn't killed me yet, I've always had my say.

I'm still standing through rain, through life's gales,

And I haven't lost my heart for looking for the fairy tales.

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All The Things We Could Not Keep

I watched the summer fade from your eyes,

When the last petal falls, the rose dies.

We are left with the memory buried under our feet,

Of all the things we could not keep.

Fleeting and fading are the summer skies,

Forever waiting for my supernova to give a reprise.

If today our summer is done,

I'll take one last glimpse of the setting sun.

I know summer can't stay,

But I hate that is has to be this way.

Frozen heart buried six feet deep,

That's no way to sleep.

The Gardener's Lesson

Fall settles in on my garden of flowers,
They are giving their last breath in Autumn’s glorious hour.

I can grasp onto summer and wish it would stay,
But I know life doesn’t work that way.

Roses, glorious are their moments in the sun,
Then petal by petal they drop when their time has come.

I can choose to be sad for their life’s end,
Or I can decide to know I will see them again.

For every winter there comes a spring,
For every loss a new rose it will bring.

In winter we can’t see what we hold dear,
But beauty lies resting so have no fear.

I’ll tell you what every gardener knows,
We tend our gardens to see our precious rose.

We appreciate her radiance and we hold her dear,
Then we whisper we love her when the end is near.

Life is unending, a circle of love,
And my dear rose I know you were sent to me from above.

To teach this gardener a couple of things,
That nothing is more important than the light that a beautiful flower like you brings.