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Burned The Bridges

We burned the bridges

And boats,

Left them in smoldering cinders

Upon the shore.

 

We can not return

To the time,

The place

The home we knew.

 

The river of time

That we crossed,

Flows on,

Unstoppable,

Raging.

 

We can not

Swim upstream,

Backwards in time.

We chose not to

Swim against progress.

 

Now we’ve come to a place,

Without spirit,

A Place unnatural, and new,

With no rules.

 

Can we survive?

Can we find harmony?

Or will we lose ourselves

In the machine.

Will we remember love.

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Snowy Mists

Where are you

In the snowy mists?

I can no longer

See you.

 

My mind remembers

But my eyes get lost

In the snow.

 

You are gone

And we move on.

Yet we always wonder

If you know….

A Sonnet?

I am trying on a new style of poetry. I should say that it is new to me but quite old in its original form and, that form is the Sonnet. I guess there’s nothing else to say so with hope, away we go!

 

I love you more than I see you capable of.

I empty my soul; sharing all I am, freely.

You share, what you share, unequally.

She adores me, but it is not love.

 

I know I am heart and soul: caught!

I feel like you are only lightly tied

A balloon held by a child wide-eyed.

Perhaps there is a lesson to be taught?

 

I know my love, you will come to see

That a happy, loving future, is what will be.

Flowing

Flowing lazily,

through a hazy day,

Flowing languidly,

in a detached way

Flowing beautifully

Through the waves

of life.

Flowing smoothly

on the edge of a knife.

Flow with me

Flow slowly, confidently,

Through life,

Ever-green.

 

The Traveler

Out here, on the road

traveling, alone.

Wondering silently,

who’s waiting?

 

Those who love me,

wait silently,

for my return.

 

I’m tired of the dusty road.

Want warmth and home,

out here traveling,

silently I roam.

 

Sing the song,

play the game,

do my work with aplomb;

Oh I can’t wait

to be home.

 

There my shelter lies.

There my heart lives and dies.

There you lie,

waiting,

Loving.

 

Soon I will be there.

Lying beside you;

Loving.

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