For in what we can share
We find joy and meaningfulness,
I’d found love and grace,
Humbled and honored,
In having lived, breathed, and saw.
7.4.2019
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Humming bird
When the day is over,
Bittersweet and peaceful is the walk back home
Green brushes of tree leaves gracefully wave,
sparkling against sunlight
Gentle breeze caresses on an exhausted shoulders,
softening a tightened heart
As the sun warmly retires over horizon,
lanky shadows lay on this lonely street
A whiff of soft, fresh air of life
lifts up a spirit to delight.
6.26.2019
Book
No word escapes the fate of becoming a riddle
Azure blue sky cool as a slush of emerald ocean, puffs of white clouds gracefully slide by, silky breeze waltz around freely
Grasping vignette with my fist, slips away the time. Golden sunset comes, and then the dusk, and then the darkness.
In darkness, it’s forgotten. The beauty and the warmth. It is the place that iron and hammer work its way through time.
When the day and light comes back, the iron will continue its dance with hammer, whistling away sweats and singing hoorah
Another day, another fight, another dance.
6.23.209
Book
No word escapes the fate of becoming a riddle
Azure blue sky cool as a slush of emerald ocean, puffs of white clouds gracefully slide by, silky breeze waltz around freely
Grasping vignette with my fist, slips away the time. Golden sunset comes, and then the dusk, and then the darkness.
In darkness, it’s forgotten. The beauty and the warmth. It is the place that iron and hammer work its way through time.
When the day and light comes back, the iron will continue its dance with hammer, whistling away sweats and singing hoorah
Another day, another fight, another dance.
6.23.209
Ralph with Coffee 