This evening the blank,
white page is open.
My nerves are on edge,
while a storm forms
on the horizon.
My mind, a jumble
of words.
 
The night whispers,
“Find your breath,
gently ride it’s wind,
come home to your
spiritual nature
and be at peace.”

(2015)

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Barb Clarke
over 4 years

I suppose the power of love but the two seemed connected. Thanks
Charlotte for reading.

Charlotte B. Williams
over 4 years

Peace is a wonderful word, I love the feeling of peace. What can compare? Nice poem Barb.

Barb Clarke
almost 5 years

Thanks JEF. Your comment rings true!

D. Thurmond   aka  JEF (James Everett Falcon)
almost 5 years

And the monk sat on the edge of the cliff and uttered, "Ahuuuuuuummmmmm", but found no more than what you have just written... "Ahuuuuuuummmmmm"

Barb Clarke
over 5 years

Thanks Robert!

Robert L. Martin
over 5 years

The poem helped me relax. Well crafted.

Barb Clarke
over 5 years

Thanks for reading Tony.

Tony Hill
over 5 years

Enjoyed reading your poem.

Barb Clarke
over 5 years

Thanks Mr. Moonlight.

Mr Moonlight
over 5 years

Short and powerful. I like it! :)

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