A Garden

A red globe surrounded by light blue tendrils
Long ago, God walked through a garden.
Its residents were happy to care for nature.
They protected the health of it all.

For years this happy life continued.
Beauty ruled under the stars.
Flowers spread in endless colors.
Birds danced in aerial ballets.

A bolt of lightning struck one day.
The garden closed and troubles began.
The broken paths grew twisted.
The days were full of struggle.
Conflict and strife destroyed the garden.

As the weeds grew tall,
they choked out the seedlings.

Can I plant some flowers again?

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Greased Lightning. By Taro Taylor [Image license]

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

This Evening

Woman smiling through window
Where will you go this evening?
Will I be able to find you?
I keep your safety close to my heart.
The incident I fear
could be seconds away.
I hope that we will reunite tomorrow.

As the days pass,
my anxiety is mellowing;
I have experienced
your safe passage
every day so far.

Now, when I am working alone
I feel your love in a new way.
Now, every time I sleep,
your smile fills my mind.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Untitled. By Elba Fernández [Image license]

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A Dreamer

Abstract red, blue and yellow lights
A sleeping man wants to rest.
Pain from a past breakup ends his brief sleep.
His agitated mind churns with images.
The night is not long enough for relief.

The world spins under a starry sky.
Clouds release their burden to cleanse the night.
Days come and go, just like the nightmares.
Dawn breaks and the sun returns.

Now, the dreamer understands things better.
The pain slowly cleared from his heart.
Now he is free from its driving torture.
A mystical healing power has made him new again.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Awaken. By Pulpolux !!! [Image license]

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Summer Storm

A Lightning bolt striking the Empire State Building
During the raging storm
lightning flashed above the city.
I marveled at its power and beauty.

Tonight, I will walk the street again.
Each time, I find a new path.
At night, the city is full of mystery.

Today, the weather feels wondrous.
Walking is its own reward.
I notice all of the life around me.

That storm was one of many.
They washed the city clean.
Now the storms have left.
Now the mystery is gone as well.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Lightning strikes the Empire State Building. By Dan Nguyen [Image license]

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A Lovely Song

The pegbox of an instrument
My poem has become a lovely song.
The musician is pure and true.
His music lifts up my words each night.

This is my favorite spot to perform.
My friends dance to my songs.
I enjoy my life with them.

In the morning, the club will be silent.
I’ll have left the stage behind.
A new stage awaits me soon.
I see no limits on my future.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: IMG_5589. By mopeds and banjos [Image license]

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A Rainy Spell

Raindrops on the roof of a car
I am driving through the rain again.
The wind is calm.
Sheets of rain fall from ominous clouds.

The road is wet and slippery.
Each hour bring us closer to a flood.
The forecast says the storms might end tonight.

I’m at my destination now.
I get out and spread an umbrella.
I step into a puddle and splash.
My wet ankles are tired of it all.
I’ll retire early tonight.

W. Wayne B.

New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Today’s Weather By Leland Francisco [Image license]

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2016 W. Wayne B.

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment