My Show Now

Fire poi

I am beginning to work.
I’ve planned my performance alone.
I have escaped your shadow.
The lights shine on me alone now.

I step into the dark tent quietly.
I am stronger when the crowd cheers.
I am just as good without you.
My past life with you is fading.

The lights went up with a flash.
I step into the ring for my act.
There are cheers from all sides.
Their love warms my heart once again.

W. Wayne B.

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© 2019 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Hybrid (Pirate Tim). By Tim Ellis [Image license: CC BY-NC 2.0]

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Waiting at Work

Blinking
I was waiting at work.
The computer churned on my data.
The droning fan was teasing me.
The black screen fed my frustration.

I needed the results at once.
I began to grow impatient.
My pulse raced and my mind seethed.

Now that the process is complete,
I see that the project was doomed.

I was waiting for all the wrong reasons.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2019 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Blinking Lights. By Chris Martion [Image license]

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Shall I Fall?

The Florentine Pietà
I fear the rain.
I worry about a plague.
A disaster is following me.
What begins will end.
I wait the days.
I see changes and pause.

My friend is careful.
My paranoia he rejects.
Because we agree on many things,
as days go by, I change.
My former anxiety is gone.
I will not fall.
I walk and have hope again.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2019 W. Wayne B.
Original image: The Florentine Pietà, Museo dell’Opera del Duomo. By George M. Groutas [Image license]

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Two Trees

Two maple trees in autumn colors
In the shade of a broken tree
I found time to pause and rest.
I saw shattered branches above my head.
Some had fallen in yesterday’s storm.
The organic curves of wood
had become twisted and sharp.

I was waiting for a friend.
A car came down the empty road.
My friend stepped out and smiled at me.

Sometimes we laugh at a memory:
His yard had a maple tree with a swing.
I was flying as he pushed me higher.
We were free and filled with love.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2019 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Maple Twins. By John Talbot [Image license]

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A Surging Sea

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Ocean surf crashing over rocks
When the sun shines no more,
the sadness of my world of tears
will flow into the surging sea.

I feel better tonight.
I can forgive my confusion.
My heart still beats strong
and I don’t need the fear.

The light around me glistens.
The people with me laugh.
I am not alone any more.

I have left school in order to learn.
Every day offers me a different key.
One might unlock my fastbound heart.
It will allow the sun to shine again
as the life-bringing Springtime returns.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2019 W. Wayne B.
Original image: SAM_2060. By .Martin. [Image license]

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My Mystical Journey

I want to go to a new place.
I push at every door.
I pull on every window
I am searching for an opening.

Waiting is very difficult.
I do not know where I will go.
I do not know my destiny.

I hope to awaken from this nightmare.
I am walking on a mystical journey.
I want to recover from the pain.
I continue on my path alone.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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Today’s Picture

I am drawing a picture today.
It shows my love for life.

Hopeful colors fill the sky.
The trees are plush and full of fruit.
The background has snowcapped mountains.
The beauty beckons for me to approach.

I am no master and cannot finesse a subtle mood.
My pen is cautious and my hand is timid.

The world of the picture is a mirror of my mind.
I feel full of beauty as I smile.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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