Writing (Page 2)

Two ladybugs, one in flight and the other sitting on the stem of an orange spring flower. An artistic macro image with a blue background containing more, out-of-focus flowers.

A poem is not found
in an abundance of words.
Nor is it unnecessarily complex.
Poetry is found in the heart
and in the connection it makes.

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A whitetail deer doe is walking through the water, across a small pond.

The clarity I seek is regarding how to remain calm
amidst the storms swirling round about me,
how to be of help and live compassionately
towards those in most dire need,
those who may not appreciate or understand
the choices I make each day.

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Out of tune and out of time. An old, broken-down piano with well-worn keys was found abandoned in a derelict Irish farmhouse.

Why do we employ pen and paper
or, having been given words,
dutifully put them to rhyme?

Why do we apply oil to canvas,
or form a masterpiece
with not but sound?

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Image Credit: "Man making a puzzle on the wall. empty wall with space for text" by chaiyapruek, "Soft Rose" from Lene (composite by E.L. Redwine)

Some poems seem to flow out,
while others take their time.
A collection of thoughts and feelings,
that don’t always have to rhyme

Sometimes they’re full of depth,
and others skim the surface.
Exposing feelings that are raw,
expressed with simple grace.

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