There's little of note to say about me, no exciting life style, no great wealth, no dangerous past. I write to order the thoughts flooding my mind, good, bad and in-between.The discipline of formal poetry helps to mitigate distress. Free verse releases pleasure. Sharing unburdens the soul. more »
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In the shade beneath the greenest laurel leaves
Rest your thoughts despondent in despair,
Darkness falls upon the littered forest floor,
Amidst brown needles hide away dull care.
On the trembling branches of the chestnut trees
Allow to grow shy thoughts of wistful hope,
Breezes blowing softly on the greening buds
Bring towards sadness an antidote.
As sunlight shines forth on inflorescence white,
Aspire to dreams beyond compare, seek
Life beauteous as the blossoming of spring
May your happiness be complete.