Dry River Valley

FloodThis is the valley where a flood once raged.
As the waters receded, its banks had been scoured.
Powerful forces had destroyed the city.

The town was rebuilt and restored.
Everyone was glad for the river sports.
The wise predicted another flood.
The people were able to escape this time.

Over the years, the valley became isolated and barren.
The rains stopped falling and the river shrank.
Flowers could not bloom along its shore.
Dragonflies and frogs were silent.
The villagers left and found a better home.

Once the people were gone, wild creatures spread.
The untamed landscape became their home.
Their powerful voices spoke of freedom.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
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A White Tower

OG+E Windpower Tower
As I was dreaming,
I saw a city of steel and glass
atop an ancient mountain.

In the city’s center,
a white tower stood tall.
Its lofty sides were topped
with windowless gables.

I cannot forget the place.
Somehow, it felt like home.

The city was new and bold.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
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Written Long Ago

Old Books
The book was written long ago,
Its story is happening today.
The set is carefully arranged.
The players speak their lines.
The first act is coming to a close.
Then surprising events happen on the stage.
The careful plans have been upset.
In time, the director will write a new script.
Now I realize that a book can always be revised.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
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Early Steps

first baby steps
How does an infant learn to walk?
The first faltering steps are a turning point.
After a fall, determination replaces failure.

Once the steps are strong,
something new is presented every day.
A growing mind can encompass it all.

The days turn into months turn into decades.
As progress continues, one question follows another.
A good instructor can show a new way to see the world.

Sometimes the lessons are forgotten,
but the teachings are kept fresh.
The fortunate child evolves into a teacher.

Some goals are very distant,
but as days follow days,
even those goals can be reached.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
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Sowing Laughter

Chickadee
I can only share with my companions.
Their seeds flourish with deep roots.
Their blossoms spread a fragrant vapor.
When I sow seeds in my heart, they wither.

I talked to a friend this morning.
I received hope and lost my fear.
Although alone, I am growing joyful.
I calm myself and wait.

I stay with people who love me.
I am quiet and finding happiness.
I begin to know my people.
We will laugh together again.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
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Old Songs

Deserted Family Pet, White Duck, needs a home and a Friend
While the old songs were playing on the radio,
I remembered sad times that are long gone.
I was surprised by the feelings they brought out.
Suddenly, I was lost and alone again.

Later that evening, I remembered the joy of life.
The songs I love lighten my spirit.
They are a flag blowing in a summer breeze.
They remind me of a kiss from long ago.

The words I have been writing are fading away.
The notes I chose are weak and impotent.
The mirror I hold is cracked and dirty.
Will I ever be able to run the race?

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
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Escape

It's the Solstice
My spirit yearns for escape.
Bonds of the flesh are a burden.
My rivers of habit resist new courses.
The young streams dug deep paths.
\Now they restrict my growth today.

My soul longs to worship worthwhile goals.
Lesser goals fill my imagination.
My unguided mind falters today.
It is as if I am wearing veils.

A single veil hardly restrains me.
In unison they form a granite wall.
I want them to release me.
As if they are a mountain,
I pray for their removal.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
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