From The Gleam Of One's Sorrows. (4 assorted short poems)
From The Gleam Of One's sorrow.
In the prism
of a tear
many colors
are reflected
from the darkness
of one's soul
leaking out
through its windows
Perhaps there
is hope
to know that
even a tear
can be lovely
in its natural form
bringing some comfort
to those who weep.
©-MFB III
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Metamorphosis
I wanted to go back,
but you can't back,
because it's gone,
Time rearranges,
an old familiar place
or face changes,
and moves on.
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©-MFB III
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Mid -Afternoon Concerta.
There is harmony
in birds chirping,
over lonely crickets
friction of love,
as bullfrogs add some bass,
I tap my foot,
humming along,
to this symphony of
God's traveling orchestra.
Even my darkest of days
can be lightened
by the melodies
played endlessly
to cheer me.
©-MFB III
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