07 Sunday Jun 2015
I’ve started so many poems
Some still lost inside my head
Of silver birds and broken hearts
And snoring in my bed
At times it’s hard to get the words
To come alive on paper
They disappear much too fast
It all becomes a vapor
So I go back and start again
And try with all my might
To make some sense
Of what it is
That I’m about to write
Originally posted in June 2014
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06 Saturday Jun 2015
The journey of a soul
Is but a glint
Of bursting sunlight
Glimmering, through
An open window
Shrouded by
Darkness, dank and gloomy
Lurking in the shadows
Raising questions
Casting doubt
Second guessing
The flutter of the wind
Through the naked pane
Draws it back, wondering if
Perhaps a simple gust
Of a summers breeze
Will brush it all away
Allowing for the reflection
Of the innermost
Transcendent thoughts
A juncture in life
The now
and the destined…
Originally posted in July 2014
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05 Friday Jun 2015
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poetry
Tags
Dragon Song, dragons, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, music, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, water
I play my flute
A song so sweet
As you fly
And settle round me
Down below
Wings aglow
Where nothing else
Has found me
I play my flute
Upon this rock
My dragons
I play for thee
While water slow
From walls does flow
Your fiery hearts
Surround me
Originally posted in August 2014
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04 Thursday Jun 2015
And she sits quietly in the distance
As she paints the skies
A palette of reds and yellows
Against the blue ocean waters
Gently rippling below her
And she glows ever so brightly
Before tucking herself in
For the night
Originally posted January 2014
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Photo ©2014 Brian Amento All Rights Reserved – Used with Permission
02 Tuesday Jun 2015
Tags
city life, Crosswalk, indifference, life, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry
A hand flashes before me
As I step off the concrete
Into the tarry abyss of asphalt
Laying heavy under my feet
Painted white lines blur
Intertwined with bodies
Avoiding the influx of traffic
Haphazardly pushing by
Warning sounds provoke
Like a morning alarm clock
Playing a deafening melody
Out of sync, out of rhythm
The heartbeat of the city
And suddenly I am lost
Diverted to the left
That doesn’t seem right
Gridlocked
Pushing and pulling against
The flow of indifference
Originally posted September 2014
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