Introspection (Page 12)

A volleyball net at sunset on a lakefront beach.

I’ve never been one for long goodbyes,
feigning sentiment that’s full of lies.
Our paths separate as we reason why,
time divides and friendships die.

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An open book, with pages extended upward, lies on a light-colored wooden desk. Sparkles, light, and smoke appear to be coming from within it.

Enjoying the beauty of meter and rhyme,
a poem revealed inscribing each line.
One day I’ll be lost to the passage of time,
but dreams will live on in this poem of mine.

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A small woman, in a semi-transparent white dress, sits atop the round end of a red bubble wand, inside a soap bubble.

there is a me that no one sees
the one i long to be
to live a life devoid of fear
i’m dying to be free

i see a world when eyes are closed
in dreams that’s where i go
for there i truly am at peace
in a place that few may know

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A precariously balanced stack of stones sits beside a small creek in the woods.

So many things that eat my time,
yet again I’m at the store.
I haven’t time to use them all
I think, as I buy more.

These things are mine, or so it seems.
At least I paid the fee.
Now as I look at all I own,
I see it’s owning me.

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Image Credit: "Cotswold side yard at Greenfield Village" by E.L. Redwine

Today I rose before my eyes could see.
To keep them closed is just stupidity.
With all the struggle that’s in front of me,
feet hit the floor.

The morning paper smacks me in the face.
Sometimes this world can be an awful place.
Lost my faith in the human race.
Then I look next door.

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