Black Strokes

Random Letters
I saw the paper rest before me.
It danced with black strokes and a picture.
I don’t understand their meaning.

I ask my friends the questions again.

Somehow, my confusion will pass away.
Letters and words might make sense again.
The paper’s beauty gives me reason to hope.
In the silence, its words might shout the truth.

Each curving stroke has a simple idea.
New words surround me with their strength.

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

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Random Letters [unchanged]. By Thomas Hawk Image license

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Water

Echo Lake, Splash
I run through the water.
Today, I am full of joy.
I remember so many challenges.

I will be dripping wet.
The chilling air is not a problem.
How do I wander from joy to anger?
Then, must I journey from anger to isolation?

I have friends that I trust.
When I see them smile, I laugh along.
We have shared our secret thoughts.
We can find humor in the mundane.
I smile as our jokes cross my mind again.

Today I can remember the hard times.
I am not stuck there anymore.

I continue forward with a splash of love.

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

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Echo Lake, Splash [unchanged]. By Aimee & Paul Bogush Image license

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The Northern Edge

Sunset at Lake Okeechobee from South Bay
I had been walking on the northern edge.
I noticed the shadows quickly falling around me.
I’m sure that night will come soon.
Each moment here has become a memory.

My past visions are stored safely.
My dreams of the future give me hope.
After I returned home that night,
I read a poem about a beautiful sunset.

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

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Sunset at Lake Okeechobee from South Bay [unchanged]. By Kim Seng Image license

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But For a Moment

Silence is Beautiful
I stay in time but for a moment.

My inner voice started to sing.
The song I heard told me
I need to continue onward today.
As I worked, new moments flowed by.

I think my story is far too long.
I practice new tasks and find my own light.
I move forward by working again.

My mind is beginning to feel purer.
The words I hear sound true now.

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

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Silence is Beautiful [unchanged]. By the apostrophe Image license

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The Monument

Tear Drop Memorial
Fifty years ago, I saw a stately monument.
Worn engravings and water’s toll
were signs of its ancient origin.
Today those days have been forgotten.
In its place is a children’s playground

The sculptor’s sweat and his bold inspiration
are fading memories of my generation.
My children do not know about it.
They have forgotten the debt we owe.

I pass the sacred grove each day.
As decades pass, I wonder what I should do.
Those difficult times are fading away.

My friends don’t understand my regrets.
I wish I was not alone in my sorrow.

I wish I knew how to save the memory.

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

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Tear Drop Memorial [unchanged]. By Mambo’Dan Image license

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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.
Original image (Willamette at Gladstone). By inkogneato [Photographer does not endorse this poem.] Image license

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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

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image. By George Thomas Image license

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