Understanding

Photograph of willow tree near a pod

Can they understand what I’m saying?
My friends accept me as I stumble.
I don’t always act with refined grace.
I laugh at the wrong time.

As a child, I was out of step.
I didn’t know what to say.
I feared saying something stupid.
What if they would laugh?

I remember Kim, the kids were cruel.
No one was kind or caring.
The others made me angry,
but I didn’t know how to stand up.

Every day, the sun would wake me up.
I wanted to be ready for a walk to the bus.
Passing the willowed pond,
I saw a blue dragonfly chase the sky.

William Wayne Smith

Originally posted Patreon: “205. Understanding
Pond by Broad Oak 4 by Leimenide [CC-BY 2.0]

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Dawnlight

A photograph of Washington DC during a foggy sunset

In the growing dawnlight,
the best of cities starts a new day.
The face of the world is turning.

I see the sky when I step outside.

But on the days when I am alone,
my sadness grows
once dawn fades away.

Silent waves of anguish
fill the gray shadows.
I wander the city canyons,
waiting for dawnlight to return.

William Wayne Smith

Original posting on Patreon “Dawnlight

Image “Foggy Golden Hour in Washington” By Geoff Livingston (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0)

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The Day Began

Yellow bokeh lights on a dark background

I am following the path I set.
The winds of fear are powerless.
I have a warm glow leading me.

Although the rain falls with fury,
I will not stumble nor waver.
I am determined to reach my goal.

I found a brilliant gem in you.
I have asked your love to join me.
Your caring voice lights my way.

Even when you whisper,
your words give me hope.
I can begin again with you.

I am no longer sad anymore.
My steps have turned toward you.
They are lead me to a new life.

William Wayne Smith

Image source Yellow bokeh photo by rovenimages.com

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Drifting Clouds

Sunlight is filling the land with love.
Clouds travel carelessly across the sky.

I’m not afraid of anything today.
I walk through the neighborhood laughing.
Friendly strangers greet me with a smile.

I work joyfully around my home.
The garden is a welcome task.
My vegetables flourish because of my care.
I will share the crop with my friends.

I am glad that the rain is coming soon.

William Wayne Smith

Originally on Patreon 86. Drifting Clouds
Image “Drifting” by __niki__ CC-BY-NC-SA 2.0

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