Mother joins baby
Replenishing energy—
Growing together
Past memories teach
Navigating one more storm—
Ship staying afloat
Every flowing verse
Drawn in deeper with each sip—
Not wanting to leave
Past links with today
Learning fills each tomorrow—
Venturing forward
Day’s epiphany
Outside one’s kitchen window—
Another clue waits
Preparing to share
Crafting yet another verse—
Soul opening up
From creation’s seed
Everything begins
Breathing to succeed
Swimming without fins
Morning sunrise greets
Another new day
Counting each receipt
Smelling fresh bouquets
River’s constant flow
Life’s boldest highway
Playing sweet banjo
Sketching without gray
Life’s destination
Over one more ridge
Bringing elation
Crossing final bridge
Harmony sings out
Verses sharing more
Changing today’s route
Reaching distant shore
It’s a man’s sincerity and depth of vision that makes him a poet.
Silence is more eloquent than words.
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Sitting alone at my trusty writing table once again
Wondering where the creative images have been
Touching the early morning peace and stillness
Writing with inspiring words, filled with richness
Crafting poetry, a pleasing journey to thrill
Seeking new ideas for a blank sheet to fill
Smiling as my loyal pen walks with haste
Hoping these words provide a rich taste
Dreaming of writing a poem that’s a big hit
Understanding that many will be left adrift
Pausing to think of outstanding poetry awards
Knowing that finishing may be my only reward
Finding more ambition from the morning light
Feeling my mind beginning to take long flight
Adding to a poem line by thoughtful line
Relishing the energy my words will find
Nearing the end of my writing journey, years from now
Looking back at my poetry, and taking a last, final bow
Realizing that long after I have left and been gone
Appreciating others reading my words, like a song
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Sitting alone at my trusty writing table once again
Wondering where the creative images have been
Touching the early morning peace and stillness
Writing with inspiring words, filled with richness
Crafting poetry, a pleasing journey to thrill
Seeking new ideas for a blank sheet to fill
Smiling as my loyal pen walks with haste
Hoping these words provide a rich taste
Dreaming of writing a poem that’s a big hit
Understanding that many will be left adrift
Pausing to think of outstanding poetry awards
Knowing that finishing may be my only reward
Finding more ambition from the morning light
Feeling my mind beginning to take long flight
Adding to a poem line by thoughtful line
Relishing the energy my words will find
Nearing the end of my writing journey, years from now
Looking back at my poetry, and taking a last, final bow
Realizing that long after I have left and been gone
Appreciating others reading my words, like a song
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