Fog

Every morning, I wait for the fog to clear.
Every day, a shadow overwhelms me.
I see clouds roll in and they block the sun.
I know I have failed yet one more time.

I have been alone for years.
I had friends that could bring me up.
We laughed together to help me smile.

When the day becomes dark
I forget how much people care.

Soon I’ll get better.

W. Wayne B.


New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2016 W. Wayne B.

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So Long

Aerial photograph of falls
How did the night last so long?

I fell asleep easily.
I dreamt of gleaming hills.
I dreamt of a great wide ocean.

My dreams began to fade in the darkness.
I built up my longing and desire.
I urgently needed a new day to come.
I waited restlessly as hours passed.

I felt I was buried by a falling sky.
Its force was a startling attack.
Without patience, I only saw the problems.

W. Wayne B.


New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Kimmeridge Falls. By Håkon Iversen Photog – On and off Flickr
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Snow Has Fallen

A warm lamp in the snow
Snow has fallen thickly in the yard.
My children are building a snowman.
Birds battle over an ear of corn.

Today marks the end of a hard storm.
The snow and ice are a heavy burden around me.
Their weight damaged the woods near here.

In the yard I notice a sign of human life.
A blazing lamppost sheds a yellow glow.
As the kids play, their shadows dance on the snow.

Looking through the window, I feel a subtle mood.
It is a balance of melancholy and joy.
The children will grow up and leave this behind.
The children will learn to celebrate life.

W. Wayne B.


New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Lloyd Square, Islington. By Nick [Image license]

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A Cane

clothes hanging on a line outside a window
From the balcony of a building;
          across a canyon of the city,
          I saw beautiful clothes dancing in the wind.
Dresses and shirts fluttered in the breeze.
They were drying in the sun—
          their owners waited inside.

While I watched, one of the doors opened.
An elderly man stepped out with care.
He had an exquisite cane—
          it sparkled in the sun.

I wondered why he was there.
As he stabbed the sky, I had to laugh.
He wobbled as he leaned against the door.
The sun sparkled again and he went inside.

W. Wayne B.


New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Laundry Out the Window, Brick Building – Marbella, Spain. By Chris Goldberg [Image license]

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The Ways of the Sky

clouds reflecting off a glass skyscraper
How do I know the ways of the sky?
I see the clouds pass in the wind.
I feel the sun as it caresses my face.
My garden is nourished by the falling rain.

Some imagine they can predict it all.
They believe they understand the signs.
Their words are often off the mark.
Nature surprises us over and over.

Tomorrow I will get up and see the sunrise.
I love to run through the woods.
A breeze rustles the branches and leaves.
It calms me like the restless surging of the sea.

I often find surprises in my world.
I am not bold enough to claim wisdom.
However, foolishness is not my lot either.
When I make decisions, I do my best.

Once the clouds pass the horizon,
they join the mists of memory.
I’ll be sure to watch them go.
The sky is a steady companion.

W. Wayne B.


New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: sky. By Christopher Michel [Image license]

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The Winter Night

A pink rose covered in snow
Once the sun hid its face,
the winter season began again.
I spent the days waiting.
I feared the nights to come.

Life has been hard, really hard.
Many days are dark and cold.
My laugh is frozen by the icy air.

One day, the sun smiled on me;
the seasons resumed their courses.

I will never desire another winter night.

W. Wayne B.


New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Snow in Angels Camp. By Isolino Ferreira [Image license]

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In the Cold

A white dove in flight
My life is cold and dark.

I am stuck in a dismal swamp.
I make slow progress.

Without light, I see nothing.
I forget my old joys.
They are lost in the shadows.

I watched a dove fly over me.
I saw the sunrise.
I have new hope.
Today I will live again.

W. Wayne B.


New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Curious Look. By Hapal [Image license]

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