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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Sometimes

Green paperclipSometimes life is fun. You have someone or something to fight against. One can find a passion that feels like life itself. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

Sometimes life is painful. You have a problem too large. One finds that what you want is not what you need. If only tomorrow was already over.

Sometimes life is aggravating. You can’t find the last puzzle piece. One has never been able to get it done. If only tomorrow would never come.

Sometimes life is saddening. You have lost your best part. One can’t see the parts that are still there. If only it were yesterday again.

Sometimes life is exhilarating. You’ve got life by the balls. One can see the next big thing. If only I knew that yesterday.

Sometimes life is confusing.

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Near the River

There is a silent village near the river
It flowers with a beautiful people
The summer sun shares its bounty
Their nature grows pure and strong

This river flows from distant mountains
Its clear water teems with watery life
The fishermen pursue them every day
A life of joy is their only mission.

Summer blends to autumn again
A quiet evening binds them with hope
The harvest has defeated winter again
United in joy, united in love.

But now, this brilliant town has been lost.
Only the idea of glowing beauty is left
However, my heart knows that happy village
Its memory pursues my soul into tomorrow.

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Dangerous times

We live in dangerous times
Every power has secret weapons
The enemies around them have even more
But the kings of hope see another way

Their hearts do not waver.
Their eyes see a world of light
Their feet visit the lonely shadows
Their keys lock the doors of darkness

Hope’s love flies beneath the stars
It lifts the weakest sparrow high
It brings every long day to a close
It is patient, silent and stern

My sorrow never loses its hope
It loves the ones it cannot see
Whenever the dove awakens a sparrow,
They watch the night flee together

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