Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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I read a simple poem today
A short and lovely thing
It stayed through the morning
As it colored everything
The smile it put upon my face
Every time I recalled the words
Blossoms full of a voiceless joy
With words I have never heard
Such a little thing; easily missed
At a glance as the morning began
Embedded in my mind it stayed
It somehow changed who I am
Stoic Poetry
The days are blown by wind and rain,
Fading light yearns with a beam of flame,
Shone on my dimmed eye with sudden pain,
Gather the good earth to hide the shame.
Swift as the sparkle to the mountain,—
Smooths these green banks with a tender sign,
With herb that rock, by forest fountain,
In the softest way of my changes shine.
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Curtained rain washing yesterday’s dirt
The last barren snow laid to final rest
Swift as a dew from the window at night
Every star slipping across the wet canvas
Everything goes so small without the light
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The event horizon breaches
Sunlight washing a world
Upon crystalline field’s
Frosted diamonds shine
The point of no return
As the new day breaks
For all to see; few do
The eternal cares not
One world of many, alone
Le point verge, of this one
Never to be denied or lost
Observing the point of all
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I could paint you red
To show the turmoil
That sometimes rages
Inside in your head
I could paint you green
To show how gentle
You still remain
After all you have seen
I could paint you in gray
Graceful beauty as the night
Dancing in the stars
Across the milky way
If I were truly an artist
I would not change a thing
You are perfection to me
In all the colors of your past
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The flowers have all gone
Most of the leaves as well
But change is for the best
A new story nature will tell
The crunch underfoot
Still can make me smile
Along quiet forest trails
For mile after mile
Soon snowy blankets
Will cover the land
From hilltop to valley
Walking hand in hand
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Living within the lines
This narrow bound lane
Leaves no room to grow
No matter what they claim
Narrow spaces hurt the soul
But often we become blind
And never see the walls
Built to hold and bind
Step beyond the lines
Look to the other side
To the beauty beyond
Pushing against the tide
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The ghost of summer fades
Lost butterfly on failing wings
Fly your last in the cold chill air
Fading as if you were never there
A path that is so erratic
Yet you try to find your way
So much like everyone else
Looking for the way ourselves
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Rainbow glitter
Through morning frost
Colors given
Without a cost
Sing of creation
Amongst the pale
For those with eyes
Nature will regale
Some are blind
Others will choose
The little things
While others refuse
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There has to be a better way
Than going back and forth
Doing right, doing wrong
Because of how we were taught
Taught by them, who we are
No matter the bumps and bruises
No matter the scars or the pain
Can we simply believe in truth?
Born flawless we can never forget
What you say we are cannot be us
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 