The Sky Again

Posted on May 21, 2013 by

Ghost on the mountain
When can I see the sky again?
The gray clouds are thick and black.
I wonder if I can wait for a new day.

Yesterday I found a hidden road to travel.
Every hour, I see a perfect vision.
As I cross the mountains, I am amazed.

One day I will start to descend.
What will I feel as the ocean approaches?
Last year was not as lonely as today

The sun shined brightly that season.
I am looking forward to those days returning.
Yet, today the sky is showing me that I must wait.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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Calling Out

Posted on May 9, 2013 by

I Want More
The calling out of names
The marching into a single line
The communication with the leader
The beginning of a wild struggle

The world has been travelling its rounds
There are many changes from year to year
The stars are older; the planets dance
The sky is full of energy

Winds blow from the East and West
Rain has been coming capriciously
Farmers don’t profit from their land
The cities are rapidly dying

I am happy that I have survived
My relief at the calming of the fire
and at the founding of a new society
is growing day by day

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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A Neighborhood of Time

Posted on May 5, 2013 by

Full moon in a fog
This begins slowly.
Each word is forced out
with great effort.

As the sun reaches the zenith,
its warmth grows.
It brings life to the world around me.

Below the ocean,
deep below the ocean,
I have found a new realm.
The sun is unknown.
The volcanoes underneath
feed strange forms of life.
They live unaware of light.

Soon I will be walking in the moonlight.
A shimmering fog
layers the fields with mist.
My plan is postponed.
I have begun to feel at home
in this new neighborhood of time.

W. Wayne B.

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Actions

Posted on May 2, 2013 by

Hope is eternal
I call aloud
to the Creator of all.
I lament my night.

Why does it rain
every time my sadness break?
I do not know!

I see the sun
break through the clouds.
A new day is here.

Has my cry
been heard today after all?
I smile in anticipation.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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Darkest Clouds

Posted on April 28, 2013 by

Balloooon!
Does the sun ever shine through the darkest clouds?
Does a wisp of light ever brighten the deepest dungeon?
I wonder if I know how to be a friend.

Alone, I am wandering through a desert.
I have left the comfortable oasis behind.
I walk in an unknown world of heat and sand.

It’s peculiar how images of darkness fill my mind.
I know that my soul is full of conflict with itself.
I pray for the walls to leave me.

Days later, I have found a new oasis.
I am not beneath dark clouds any more.
I have left the dungeon behind.
In this new home, I am finding friends.
They are people I trust and respect.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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Remembrance

Posted on April 15, 2013 by

Boston: Boston Marathon Finish Line
What I remember about that day is clear.
I saw flames and destruction.
The people fled an awful terror.

I am walking home after a day of remembrance.

My steps are slow.
My heart is full of anger.
What can I do the release my pain?
I am lost today, just as I was before.

The people’s words were cut short.
I remember my shock and anger.
I saw the world transformed.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.
Photo credit: Wally Gobetz

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Few Words

Posted on April 14, 2013 by

The Fifth Second Chance ~ George Anastaplo
I was stopped in my tracks today.

I don’t remember how events started.
I thought I knew the important issues.
I know how to find the answers to my question.
I am patient as I wait for an explanation.

Tomorrow I will change course.
I can move in a new direction.

My friends come with me on this journey.
I relish the time we spend together.
With only a few words, I will tell our story.

W. Wayne B.

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