Joseph T. Renaldi Poems

Memories of the days in a vast cover of the sun,
The bright, cloudless skies above the hills,
The long scenic roads of home,
The grazing, lush pastures on the slopes,
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I'm amazed at the wind's changing mood,
Its ability to maneuver far and wide,
The quiet motion - the tumultuous ones,
The way it pushes at ones side.
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Slithering in silence as you pass,
Tracing a narrow path through the grass,
Stirring no leaf nor twig on your way,
Beneath the cover of a sunny day,
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Sailing across the vast sea,
On a ship filled with promising dreams,
And blindly steering an unknown course
Charted by uncertain schemes.
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Stone warts and fungus growing on solid rock
With clinging pubescent leaves of hairy stock,
Causing the swift waters to spread and sprawl,
And move downstream as if in a crawl.
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Meadowland and secluded valley,
Rural road or small town,
With the appearance of a gloomy cloud,
The white, fuzzy mass came tumbling down.
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A nameless protestor, midst a rowdy crowd
That gathered at the city square,
Uttered words of hope and peace,
Forced and planned for everyone to care.
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Who are these demons that dominate my life,
Harassing and annoying me day after day?
They may be a figment of the imagination,
But their tormenting tactics are here to stay.
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Should I return to the place of my birth?
I know my folks are not there.
They were dedicated and hard working parents,
As I have pictured them these many years.
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The neighborhood is so silent, no noise anymore.
A child not going to the penny candy store.
No child playing, no laughter or glee,
No one calling out to me.
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