Walterrean Salley Poems

Hum. A blank canvas.
What shall I paint?
The sky? The ocean?
Or something quaint?
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Every day—
Sunup, sundown—
You will find
A chore ‘round.
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Against the brightness
Of the sky,
Through the brushes
Of the trees—
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A thought is a seed
That is conceived.
It must be cultivated
In order to grow.
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At times the ship
Hits stormy weather.
The sailing’s rough,
The clouds gather.
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I went searching for the Lord,
And unto Him my soul did call.
When nothing of Him I did see,
A bird came perching in a tree.
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From inside my home,
I could hear a voice in the street.
"Twas unfamiliar.
A loud, slurred, whiny sound—.
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The darkness gives a covering
That the 'light' cannot give:
A time to SLEEP and rest —
Rejuvenate and live.
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Life points to something
Much bigger than itself.
For Life is a symbol of hope.
And hope is larger than life.
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Tho' winter can be very harsh,
Yet there's something beautiful.
Something different.
Unique wintry features
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