Architects

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Stern Residence
As the architects come to my home,
I hope that we can build something new.

I am no longer satisfied with my life.
I want everything to change.
I am looking forward to a new door opening.

Long ago, I had a dream.
The sky was golden, revealing a pure light.
I wandered my neighborhood alone.
What can I do without renewal?

A beautiful plan is unfolding before my eyes.

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

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: 20a – Stern Residence – 1937 S Hobart Blvd – 1910 – B Cooper Corbett. By Kansas Sebastian [Image license]

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A Thick Fog

I just released a new collection on kindle. “Journey Through a Garden
Lake Sammamish, WA
The autumn sun rose early today.
A thick fog blankets the fields.
I wake seeing the mists around me.
I see a chill envelop the land.

A heron flies low above my home.
Our spacious lake has fish enough.
Finally, the sky is full of birds again.

I have seen pure beauty as the fog fades.
My camera is not enough to show you.

As the sun sets, the birds will come home again.

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

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image. By jc.winkler [Image license]

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Furious Lightning

Special Stars
Beneath the shadow of the storm,
I remain fearless and strong.
The lightning is furious.
The sun has fled into the night.

Every day I look to the sky.
I see the starlight from long ago.
I search the sky’s expanse for hope.

My home is nestled by the river.
A forest wilderness is close.

The heavens pass over me when I sleep.

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

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Special Stars. By James Wheeler [Image license]

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The Sun Fades Away

Crashing Waves and Bird
The sinking sun fades into the ocean.
Seabirds pause in silence for a moment.
The wind is calm and the water still.

This mystery is repeated every day.

The words of ancient lore
call this moment a sacred time.

I reflect on my deeds today.
I ask for guidance through the night.
I pray that the morning sun will be shining.
I wait for another moment tomorrow.

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

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Crashing Waves and Bird. By Vu Bui [Image license]

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Traveling

Arizona's Tigers of Africa
Have I been traveling the wrong path?

The sun is shining and I see no clouds.
I am surrounded by positive energy.

My spirit is strong as I proceed.
The power of God’s love fills me with hope.
Will He do the impossible for me?

The day is coming to an end soon.
The sun illuminates every step.
Its fading glory will return tomorrow.
I laugh and sleep peacefully again.

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

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Arizona’s Tigers of Africa. By Jan Messersmith [Image license]

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My Guidance

Rhizoming the Vanishing Lines
I suspect now that my memory of yesterday
is a poor predictor of my future.
I am learning that each day stands alone.
I fail when I project what tomorrow will bring.

I knew I would be sleepy today.
I hope that I can work hard—
My busy mind stays free of the negative.

I have traveled a long road.
I don’t need to reach the goal anymore.
It can come nearer in its own time.

Now I can move forth with my day.
I shall pray for guidance and grace.
I must let God light the pathway.

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

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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Rhizoming the Vanishing Lines... By Jef Safi [Image license]

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Near the River

Silent Alley
There is a small village near the river.
The sun shines on it to bring a great bounty.
Plants and animals grow strong through the summer.

On lazy evenings, all join together in a quiet song.
They sing with joy as summer fades to autumn.
They are united in their hope for the coming harvest.

The river flows down from distant mountains.
Its clear, cool water teems with life.
Fishermen pursue an honorable career along its path.

Perhaps this village is only an idea.
However, I hope to find a peaceful village soon.
I look forward as I pursue the dream.

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

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Silent Alley. By Miguel Virkkunen Carvalho Image license

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