My Poetry

May 6, 2013

Beauty

Whispering winds, passing breeze
Delights, enthralls, captures, frees
Work-worn souls dulled by day.

Crashing waves and humming bird
Bring to life the cry unheard
Crushed beneath fallen dreams.

Loving look and gentle touch,
Passion 'hind the artists' brush,
Poor writers' ink-stained page

Witness to his pressing need
Seeping out in word and deed
Cracks deep his man-made shell.

Unique creature not content
Looking back on life near spent:
Life throbbing through his veins.

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