Poetry(1)

ChrisM

The Voyage

Life's Journey

The boat sets out gently propelled, By the currents of time, Making its way towards a meandering River. The currents draw it onward, Inexorably towards faster waters. Past shoals and rapids ever forward, Pausing only to embark a companion, To share the voyage. Strange lands glide past, Exotic landscapes where one companion departs, Only to be replaced by another. Ever faster flowing past...Read On

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rune

The Autumn

Changing seasons...

On his morning walk into the woods He saw his bench A girl sat alone on it Looking at nothingness. His heart felt heavy Taking a seat next to her He smiles and says hello And offers her his coffee jug Why is autumn sad? She says looking at the falling leaves He looks at the leaves blowing in the wind It is not sad It is the most colorful season Next to Spring Autumn is my favorite Except...Read On