Standing on the cliff
with outstretched laughs rebounding
off the canyon walls,
over the train tracks
and into the river.
Wishing for a moment of calm
with upturned smiles reflecting
off a gnarled tree
over the clouds
and into the sun.
Standing on the cliff
with an empty bottle clinking
off the stones
through the weeds
and into the abyss.
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- A writer and poet on a spiritual journey seeking world peace and understanding. I am thoroughly and passionately in love with Beverly, my wife of 35 plus years. Always looking for a good poem, song, piece of prose or picture.
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While much of my poetry is personal and autobiographical at its core, any persons represented in my writing should not be construed as applying to a specific person, character or individual. Everything is an amalgam of real people I have encountered, my opinions, my imagination, and almost always the cobbling together of a variety of personalities met in my travels. Don't be vain. Unless I specifically say so, this poem isn't about you! If you see yourself in it, let's hope you are gaining insight.
While much of my poetry is personal and autobiographical at its core, any persons represented in my writing should not be construed as applying to a specific person, character or individual. Everything is an amalgam of real people I have encountered, my opinions, my imagination, and almost always the cobbling together of a variety of personalities met in my travels. Don't be vain. Unless I specifically say so, this poem isn't about you! If you see yourself in it, let's hope you are gaining insight.
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