Open Poetry #50 |
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A Day in the Life |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana ![]() |
dawning of a new day or close of a day spent we feel an excitement matters not, matters not we are but passersby we're here for an instant we're gone eternity if we think upon thought and let it die slow death we rob thought of substance we walk through the swamp road a sense of quiet takes hold what used to make us sad we pause on our journey find a gnarled cypress root we sit upon it listen to nature's song don't know how we got here don't know how long we'll stay we enjoy the moment as we empty our mind of what we used to think about sincerity pettiness put aside we breathe in earth's perfume listen to nature's voice the beauty surrounds us mists from slow bayou the aroma of cypress where mean ole gators hide ©April 10, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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P.U Stinkenbaum Member Posts 388 No Fan Of Exhaust Fans |
No doubt then, peace is not always where you find it, but more when and where you create it. Enjoyed the read as always, Mr. Bolton. Pass the Glade if you're going to do that here... |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yep! You got that right, PU . . . Building and appreciating your very own peace, is the only way to go. I have found that to be true over the years. Thank you. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
enjoy life while we can....lovely message. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you Lee, for your lovely comment. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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