Poetry ~ Dave B. Price

Though the air is full of singing
my head is loud
with the labor of words.

Though the season is rich
with fruit, my tongue
hungers for the sweet of speech.

Though the beech is golden
I cannot stand beside it
mute, but must say

“It is golden,” while the leaves
stir and fall with a sound
that is not a name.

It is in the silence
that my hope is, and my aim.
A song whose lines

and not mourn:  the world
lives in the death of speech
and sings there.

We werenโ€™t supposed to end up this wayโ€ฆ

For six months all I did was pray. I prayed youโ€™d keep looking at me with that wonder in your eyes and it would never fade Iโ€™d pray to hear that calm voice of yours one more time, telling me everythingโ€™s going to be okay Iโ€™d pray youโ€™d remember my favourite things like I remembered […]

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By Wisdom Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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