Author Archives: W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer and a poet.

The Season of the Year

This season is calm and serene. Today came forth without a cloud. I walked through my garden in peace. My energy level is rising. I have many ways to spend my time. The afternoon has a soothing breeze. Days go … Continue reading

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I Was Traveling Briefly

I was traveling briefly that morning. It was raining and I walked slowly. I approached a bridge and paused. Drops melted into the stream beneath the trees. The ripples reflected a flickering light. It was as if they were stars … Continue reading

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The Evening Party

The weather has been changing. The evening with my friends has closed. Our party was over and the guests have left. An unexpected storm disrupted my plan. We did not flee but the strain was evident. I did not welcome … Continue reading

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A Gift

The day was wholly cloudless. The open sky was blue. Dark clouds were far away. In my mind it was a great day. I knew that my people were near. The beginning of each day is holy. Moments like this … Continue reading

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Friends

The cold weather has lingered on. But, I felt a tinge of warmth from the hearts of those who love me. Today, I am not alone. Today, I remember the ones around me. Today, I am grateful for my friends. … Continue reading

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Crimson Petals

A butterfly alights on crimson petals. It gingerly steps and rustles the flower. The wings flutter to expose orange and white. It joins the blossoms in a daily ritual. I was lucky to be standing by. The day was busy … Continue reading

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My Heart is Alive

My heart is alive with love today. I long to share it with a special friend. Can I show that my yearning runs deep? I strive to paint a poem with my emotions. I retrieve my pen and start to … Continue reading

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