A few poems ive written in the past couple days.

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I watch her from upon high
Draped in black flowing form
gliding along the ground not a sound
she kneels down
digs her hand in
cradles what she holds
A drop flows up from her hands
red upon the black and white
floats off into the night.

I have had the opportunity to see the Milky way. I have seen the Northern lights. I have seen trees so large that it would take days to measure them. I have seen beautiful art work most will never get to see. I see the beauty of of a single flower standing out in a field of grass.

As I walk along, through the dusty memories.
I move past the decadence and the discord.
Small part of me falling off, to join the prints I left behind.
Picked up by others and attached where their holes are.
I find parts that fill my voids and put them in place.
The noise in my ears crescendo in a deafening roar.
The sound from the past catches up to me, it passes me.
Only to leave me behind in its wake.
I am the pebble in the center of it all.
Waves moving away from me as I walk alone this dusty path.
Filled by the dust of the ones ahead of me.
I walk the path they left behind.

Thank you for posting. You have a great sense of cadence and rhythm, Indianaguy.