Ancient Forest

Ms. Squeaky
What did I find in the ancient forest?

The mountain road was a lonely drive.
The path was grown up with brush.

The fluttering canopy was beautiful.
In the clearing I saw a fox.
Once the scattering birds had left,
I was alone in a world from past ages.

My way home was illuminated
by the golden sun in the west.
My day had been happy and I smiled.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Ms. Squeaky. By Trish Hamme [Image license]

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On the Sacred Planet

Sacred Pools
The falling rain was cold today.
I saw clouds race over the horizon.
What matters to me is hard to explain.
I value friends and people who care.

Last night I was tired again.
I began to sleep once the lights went out.
Nothing bothered me and I have no regrets.

My responsibilities are not a burden.
I live in the shadow of beautiful mountain.

I walk humbly on this sacred planet.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Sacred Pools. By Tyler Sichelski [Image license]

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Things

Tired Man Sitting on Bed
My home is full of the things I have.

At first the freedom to increase them
seemed to be the answer to my problems.
I got everything I wanted and more.

I have been waiting for a peaceful heart.
However, my life is owned by my possessions.

How do I explain my sorrow?
I don’t understand, but I cannot step away.
Every time I turn, I have a new duty.
I thought I would finally be free.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Tired Man Sitting on Bed. By Mic445 [Image license]

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Tomorrow’s Question

Glow in the dark peace sign
I found the answer to tomorrow’s question.

Words and letters did not form the phrase.
From afar, a silent voice came to me.

Now I know that I can have a happy future.
I’m finding reasons to create a simple joy.
I am surrounded by a warm, glowing light.
My days are free again, full of peace.

I have found the puzzle’s solution.
I am asking for forgiveness now.
I have hope and love once again.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Glow in the dark peace sign. By Natalie Barletta [Image license]

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Words

The eyes are the mirror of the soul
I can draw a picture with merely 100 words.
The image you see will be full of color.
I’ve learned that silence can paint as well.
Without words, I get closer to the truth.

I remember when my heart was cold.
Fierce winds of life had no mercy.
I counted the days until a bleak future.
All of the warmth of love was missing.

Today I have beautiful words for my love.
My life alone had given me dark thoughts.
Now the sun fills my soul with light.

I have found someone to cherish and love.
We are miles apart but our spirits are close.
Silence finally engraved a wonderful image.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: The eyes are the mirror of the soul. By Capture Queen [Image license]

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Childhood Rain

There's Really Nothing Holding You Back Than You
While walking in the rain, my smile grew wide.
I saw the children playing full of joy.
Their prancing dog kept them laughing.

I don’t remember that day as cold nor gloomy.
The sky glowed with the colors of the dawn.

Now the children have gone away.
The years told them to leave for other toys.
Less satisfying than the rain and dog,
it was too late to return.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: There’s Really Nothing Holding You Back But You. By Lotus Carroll [Image license]

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Points

Time to go homeAt work, the hours plod along.
I spend too much time enslaved.
I want to escape and run away.

I don’t see a point to the office.
I face the same issues again and again.
I want to escape and start a new life.

I might find a compromise.
I should look at my hours of freedom.
My heart can turn to the ones I love.

I guess the world is not ready.
I cannot move on so easily.
I need my job and it needs me.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Time to go home. By Alan Cleaver [Image license]

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