• Jonah. — Ricardo Sexton

The precious pearls are “psalms” of ago The sunbeam only cast a partial shadow The soft proverb, still weighs you down The fruitless is so keen to endure it now Carried through the rage tempest’s core To be washed up by the hourglass shore Watching… every grain of glass subside Bearing… witness to a bottle […]

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FACES IN THE WATER — keithgarrettpoetry

FACES IN THE WATER By myself as I am sitting beneath the warm, rising sun, There exists a slight, cool, morning breeze around me. Watch I do as the tall, dancing, trees stand high above, Rays from the sun shine through the branches of leaves. What surrounds me this day is taken for granted beauty, […]

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