Very Long Ago


The years turn into centuries.
Centuries will become millennia soon enough.
As the ages pass, their days fade away.

I wonder what it would be like
to live in a distant era.
That long ago time had its own problems.
Today we only know what we see.

My plan for today
is to walk a straight path.

I can find hope in all the small things.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope
Follow me on Twitter: @wsmith1989

© 2019 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Parque da Catacumba. By Rodrigo Soldon [Image license]

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This Day

Peach blossoms in spring
This day is bright and sunny.
I feel peace in my heart.
I have grown in fertile soil.

Near me, seeds of freedom are growing.
I can see the hope in their growing lives.
I remember that I, too, was once a sapling.

This day is filled with happy memories.
We have love to share generously.
We are creating a forest of love together.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @wsmith1989

© 2017 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Day 77: “Peach Blossom”. By Sean Freese [Image license]

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Loving the Winter

fir trees covered in snow
In my heart, I love the winter.
The forest trees sleep lightly.
Near me, the bushes wear a white coat.
The river hides under a blanket of ice.

Days go by slowly on this shore.
I find myself tiny and weak.
My vision is silent.
My hearing is blinded.
Every hour becomes another fading memory.

The world is changing.
I see movement around me.
I fill my mind with hope.
I wait for our lives to reawaken.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @wsmith1989

© 2017 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Winter forest path. By Dave__S. [Image license]

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Walking Through the Rain


Today I am walking through the rain.
I brace against the cold with every step.

I will not try to predict the weather.
I cannot describe where the breeze is from.
I do not know where the wind is going.

Today I met a tall stranger.
We talked about the future.
Each of his concepts were clear.
The ideas he had were intriguing.

In my distraction I became lost.
I do not know where I am.
I do not know where I am going.
I am not afraid of being chilled.
I walk proudly with my eyes raised.

The rain is easing and my wonder fades.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @wsmith1989

© 2017 W. Wayne B.
Original image: A Time of Cheer and Pure Celebratory Moods. By UggBoy♥UggGirl [Image license]

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Abandonment


When did the economy begin to fail?
Some players were rushing ahead.
Others had faltered as society crumbled.
I can explain it to you, but does it matter?

My friends were troubled by the changes.
One had to leave his ancestral home behind.
Life was hopeless for another as her world decayed.
The foundations of life shook all around us.

I’ve been searching through my abandoned home.
Weeds are growing through the pavement.
Branches have fallen from the dying trees.
I will return to the shelters tomorrow.

I have learned that the world will continue to turn.
I hope this crisis will leave as suddenly as it came.
I am ready for the light to change.
We all hope for a new beginning.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @wsmith1989

© 2017 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Ancient Filippoi, Greece … HDR. By Emil Athanasiou [Image license]

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Pen and Paper


To trace the outline of my life,
I use a simple pen and paper.
Sometimes I use colors.
Sometimes black is good enough.

I do not share my insights.
My thoughts are deep and personal.
I grow stronger each time I write.

I did not find this door into my heart myself.
I merely emulate the experience of my forebears.
When they make a suggestion,
I listen to their guidance with care.

I long to live as if I were a butterfly.
I could be carried away on the wind.
As I come close to a flower,
I will be filled with love.
The aroma from the petals lifts me up.
I would land softly and enjoy the day.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @wsmith1989

© 2017 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Monarch Butterfly. By Peter Miller [Image license]

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Snowflakes

Bokeh paper snowflake
As the mercury slumps in the cold night,
I watch the stars glow in bright clusters.
I capture the signs of winter in my heart.

Silent snowflakes fell into a white blanket.
The whistling wind adds to the hardship.
In the storm, I saw very few travelers.

Today is cold and clear.
The snow has stopped; the wind is calm.
I will go out and play the child I once was.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @wsmith1989

Original image: Snowflakes are Winter’s Butterflies. By Carol VanHook [Image license]

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