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Erinnerung

Howdy, folks. Got a new one today about quiet reminders. Not much to say here, but I hope you like it. Without further ado…

Erinnerung

There flows a river,

meandering gently

through one soft and solemn place

where memories and remembrances do meet

in quiet, somber embrace.

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And in its path

do they twirl and dance,

astonishingly simple

in their great complexity.

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Simple loves and simple loss

that floats and swirls about the waterline

with little foam

and clear view of gentle stones

that lay about

as old and gentle bones.

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The leaves of Autumn do fall,

absent chaos of a sea-like squall

as quiet breezes drift along,

carrying notes of one simple, quiet song.

On The Face of The Clock

Good morning, one and all! I hope everyone is doing well on this chilly, or if you’re in the southern hemisphere, very hot, February day. There is much to look forward to and that is the spirit of the little guy I wrote about today. I hope you’ll enjoy. Without further ado…

On The Face of The Clock

Ticking tock,

sounds of the clock,

and one plucky little metronome

who doesn’t want to wait at home.

Snow on sand

as he passes by

and with his little eye,

perhaps he’ll spy

that little old lie.

The world, it says

that he can’t do

those things he dreams 

and wants to do.

He’ll go outside,

he’ll have adventures

and all new ventures

with no more censures.

Up the mountain,

round the bend,

through the pass

until the last.

He’ll be free,

and he’ll be fair.

Oh, 

won’t he be

his own little outcast.