Walterrean Salley

Silver Star - 3,231 Points (Savannah, Ga)

Walterrean Salley Poems

1. The Sea And The River 10/27/2009
2. Spectators 10/28/2009
3. The Influence Of Songs 10/28/2009
4. The 2009 Economy 10/29/2009
5. The Wooing 10/29/2009
6. Something About Poetry 10/28/2009
7. Hide And Seek 10/31/2009
8. Sleep 10/31/2009
9. Senryu: An Artist 10/31/2009
10. Haiku: The Wind (2) 10/31/2009
11. Haiku: Ripples 10/31/2009
12. Haiku: Toady Frog 10/31/2009
13. Haiku: Sapphire Skies 10/31/2009
14. More Than To Behold 11/1/2009
15. Haiku: Pecan Trees 11/1/2009
16. Albert 11/1/2009
17. Unsung Heroes 11/2/2009
18. For Granted 11/3/2009
19. Gravity 11/3/2009
20. Like Balloons 11/9/2009
21. Senryu: Sleep Depravation 11/24/2009
22. Haiku: Feathered Friends 11/24/2009
23. My Rosebush Sanguine 12/8/2009
24. An Irony 12/23/2009
25. Things That Make My Day 12/23/2009
26. Westward Bound 12/23/2009
27. Nothing Is Forever 1/29/2011
28. Thoughts Are Like The Sand 1/29/2011
29. Squirrels At Play 1/30/2011
30. Savannah In The Spring 1/30/2011
31. Coats Are A Covering 1/31/2011
32. Color Concepts 1/31/2011
33. Hope 1/31/2011
34. Doctors 1/31/2011
35. The Field Of Poetry 2/1/2011
36. My Shadow 2/2/2011
37. Green Leafy Diet 2/2/2011
38. A Timely Process 2/2/2011
39. Peace Comes From The Heart 2/2/2011
40. The Wearing Of A Title 2/2/2011
Best Poem of Walterrean Salley

A Common Addiction Among Poets

Intoxicated by the inspiration
Of his trade—
With mental powers at work,
A true poet rarely sleeps.
His mind ever churning
With powerful imagery
That produces thought,
Sound, rhythm and gesture.
He molds with metaphor,
Shapes with simile,
And paints with irony
Like some great maestro
In his toil to produce
A beautiful symphony
For himself and all who would enjoy.
Little wonder he rarely sleeps.

© 2009

Read the full of A Common Addiction Among Poets

It's Her Time

I counted the wrinkles in her hands
Whom life had subtly passed by.
She got no visits and no mail,
No one phoned her to say hi.

On the table by the window,
A lovely portrait of her youth.
With feeble hands she caressed
The image that so seemed to soothe.

[Hata Bildir]