At the Show

Cisolay at GamescomI’ll be getting home soon.

I have seen that musical finally.
It was full of wisdom and light.

I almost didn’t see it.
Other plans fell through.
My mishap was really a blessing.

As the lights went up on the stage,
the crowd was dazzled by the show.
The play unfolded with bold intrigue.
The audience couldn’t verify the truth.

In the aftermath of the drama,
I found a new understanding.
The singer’s lies were a warning.
In the hands of the powerful,
words are rarely as they seem.

William Wayne Smith

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Pantry

A warmly colored kitchen

My pantry is full of boxes and cans.

I am no celebrated gourmet chef.
Sometimes I throw parties regardless.
People come over for a movie and a snack.
I try to have something to share.

What should I cook tonight?
I have so much to choose from
yet so little to choose.

Cheerful cooking sounds fill the kitchen.
I hear the boiling water.
The knife is chopping on and on.
The oven closes with a bang.

The leftovers will last a while.
I hate to let food go to waste.

  • William Wayne Smith

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A Wanderer

A stream flowing through rocks

Think of me as a wanderer.
I follow my own path through the world.
Nothing there gives me a reason to fear.
I always find a safe place to stand.

Yet I can’t explain the thoughts that come.
My mind swirls like a river rapids.
I see rocks and dark depths ahead of me.
Disaster is on its way, the whispering warns.

I take a moment to return to the now.
A deep breath is all that I need.
The rapids are past me now.
I am ready to wander to the next place.

  • William  Wayne Smith

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The Sun

An image of an annular solar eclipse

Early in the misty morning,
the sun prepares for another day.
The waiting birds watch for the signal
as its burning light fills the sky.
The brilliant noon-day climax
leads to slow afternoons of rest.

When the sun finishes its work,
a curtain is drawn across the sky.
The moon peers through when it can.
Stars can be seen beyond the clouds.

While resting and hidden from view,
the sun prepares for the new day.
Following a tight schedule,
the daily routine will return soon.

William Wayne Smith


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A Master Chef

several gourmet servingsMy friend, a humble breakfast cook,
loves to create authentic meals.
Renaissance food is his passion.

His skill has been growing and growing.
He can use forgotten ingredients,
but even so, he entices my appetite
with tastes from an era lost to time.

I enjoy the dishes he makes.
I have to praise his unique style.
A surprise is always waiting for me.

I’m sorry when I seem him in the kitchen.
He is making the most mundane food there.
He should use his talents like an artist.
I say he should be a master chef somewhere.

William Wayne Smith


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Original image: Devour Phoenix 2017. By Lauren Topor [Image license]
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A Single Path

 

An large auditoriumMy words came forth with grace.
As listeners filled the majestic hall,
I reveled in their laughter and cheers.

Each of my words were sound.
The listeners saw their wisdom.

Soon, I witnessed a dramatic change.
The city was filled with a golden light.

The people spread true love and caring.
The words flowed into action.
Now we follow the path of hope.

William Wayne Smith

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A Distant Light

A green aurora

He looked out a lonely window.
The distant light danced wildly again.
Its odd color is unexplainable.

He fears seeing the sign.
It is an omen of evil.
The new day is far away now.

He shares his anxiety with no one.
How did the passing of days
turn into a fear of the future?

If he survives another night,
the strange display will be gone.
Daylight is always a better friend.

William Wayne Smith

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