by the ocean tales
I follow the moon
her pattern draws the day
and crosses the sky
from morning to night
each afternoon past
collect those jewels
while they last
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Category: Poetry
Beautiful blue flowers
They caught my gaze
down a lane I have not been.
curiously I went down
that lane
to admire;
the beautiful blue flowers.
I took a photo
to remind me
of what had transpired;
the joy of inspiration.
Leaf frog
In front of me
was a leaf frog
Passing me by
a grey path
Crisscrossing pattern
green/brown
Remember
remember to see beyond the horizon
as both the sun and moon appear
so too, will you
Clouds become mountains
Clouds become mountains
In clear skies
Rivers become lakes
In the still mind
Pathways are hideaways
For the poet
Hidden moon
Hidden moon
Cloudy sky
Words are stillness in the heart
as time fades
the past renews
our voice
Untitled
The time has come,
for the Leviathan…
Outside there will be silence.
Inside there will be peace.
The man strode
as the lion strides
an indigo sunrise
