Poem 27

Everyday I see my dreams.
It’s in the way she walks,
It flows from her when she speaks,
The sound of it unmistakable.

Success will never taste as sweet.

Each day I hear myself as her, see myself as her, feel myself as her.

A transformation from good to great to
Better.

A Sentence Disappears into a Poem

Anything can create its own time and significance.

Anything can create its own time.

Anything can create.

Anything.

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As I was browsing around looking at different blogs in the poetry section I saw something similar to this and thought I would give it a try. It is really makes you consider your word choice and sentence structure. What I enjoyed most is when you write out the first complete sentence you have no idea where it is going to take you.

Hawk’s Tale

20130224_144632Predatory, sweeping in from above.

The prey had no chance of survival.

It was not fair,

Natural order can rarely be fair.

The little birds try to put up a fight.

Dive, maneuver, hope for a break;

The end always seems,

Inevitable.

But once and a while nature,

Allows for an opportunity.

Taken.

Just Once.

The possibility.

 

Explore

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Take a deep breathe,

Do not overthink,

Doubt will creep upon you.

Act swiftly.

The greatest risk can lead to,

Superior reward.

New territory can be,

Your territory.

Today, not tomorrow,

Regret is for the weak,

Even if you fail;

You will have a Grand Story

To Tell.