A leaf falls gently
Alone in the silent night
At peace and happy
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Time falls, all around us.
Each moment, a splash.
When life knocks, time answers.
A constant monsoon; sweeping, churning.
Breathing. sighing. And crying.
When time falls, it falls as raindrops;
A soothing melody to lull you to sleep;
Or a constant storm, left sorrow to reap.
When we reach out our hand, we feel the rain.
Every memory, as real as the day before.
Those moments, unchanging or born anew.
In the end, it not so much matters,
For time is all around us and nothing is ever truly lost.
Thanks for reading! It’s great to be back in the swing of things. I’ve really enjoyed writing poetry for the last 6 months and am happy to see my skills moderately improving. I have big plans for the year and am hoping to finish the year strong with plenty of content heading into November and December for the blog. It’s been tough adjusting to work and while I might feel exhausted, I haven’t been willing to sacrifice quality for quantity.
Cheers,
– Mike
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In the Winter, he carried his torch and hoped for Spring.
He waited yet the birds never did sing.
So Summer came and went,
and with Autumn brought rain.
And once again he found himself greeting Winter.
The cold air, brisk and to the point.
The trees, dead in appearance yet very much alive.
And then Spring came and he let it pass.
He waited for the cold he knew too well.
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In the meadow, the birds sang
Golden hues bathed crimson flowers
The river whistled, water playfully splashing
A foot stepped, and trees began to sprout.
In the forest, the sun hide and the trees left echoes
Dirt cushioned each step, and the moss turned to greet the visitor
And when night fell, the fire flickered.
A blue hue began to take hold,
The universe revealing itself in all it’s cosmic glory.
Stars sparkling speaking of past events.
If there ever was a way to travel through time,
It was here…
So,
For a moment,
Time stood still. No motion. No control. Only a spectator left to wonder.
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I love producing content. As I grow as an individual, so does my content. What was once acceptable now isn’t. As such, more time is spent working on each post. I do all edits, research, and content creation. Whether it’s taking photos for a post one day to writing poetry the next, my blog is keeping me busy. Donations are appreciated and are used to invest in creative pursuits whether that be writing classes, art lessons, and anything in-between.
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To the Moon 
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