Author Archives: W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer and a poet.

Gratitude

I walked through the parking lot. I saw the stairs approaching. I walked up the steps. I heard the insects calling. I read the sign welcoming me. I opened the door. I turned on a light. I had a glass … Continue reading

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Revolutions

Today, I saw a new reality. The sun moves a celestial clock. The clouds were flying past me with their own secret purpose. If I close my eyes and wait, I imagine that the changes have stopped. I do not … Continue reading

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Close Bonds

The sky has begun to rain. Gray clouds blanket it all. I know where life begins. My garden is being renewed. I am waiting for the sun to show. My mood is somber under the storm. Lightning flashes across the … Continue reading

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Narrow Vision

Darkness seeped all around. Silent star-like flashes proved the walls were standing. Much changed in the short evening. Tomorrow I’ll be traveling through town as the rain falls. Just like any other day, duty pulls me by my core. A … Continue reading

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Past the Night

I skip through the night again. I have found a wonderful place. My steps are light and I find time to laugh. Good luck has turned to good fortune. I smile today with an infectious joy. I share my days … Continue reading

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I Learn More

My inner light is fading away. I have no choices any more. The leader has made demands. I read the news each day. Right action evades me. I know the millions are afraid. Each hour love persists. Proper glances remind … Continue reading

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Tranquility

As the hours pass, my mind grows weary. Every night, the sunset brings me joy. Every morning I am renewed and reborn. I will tell how I find my perfect moments. I walk down the street looking for a gift. … Continue reading

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