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From Death to Life

Reduced to tears,She sits in the center of a hallway.Trying, with all of her strength,To let go of a dream.Clinging to the hope of its fulfillment,Not understanding the reality of its death.Have you ever had to bury a dream?Have you experienced the pain ofKnowing the tomorrow you so longed forWould never come to pass?Through a small window, she watchesAs a young blue jay delicately balancesOn the ... »

Why I Love The Rain

Everyone wants the sunshine."Oh, what a beautiful day," they say,as they pass by on the sidewalkheading to the parkor a baseball game."Isn't this the best weather?"they ask,unaware that there is -standing beside them -one who despises the very weatherthey so adore."Well, really..." I begin to say,"I wish it was raining."The air suddenly becomes tense,and a look of absolute horrorlights upon their ... »

Living

Once you get pastall of the doubts and fears,all of the harsh words and critical ideas,you’ll find yourself finally able to breathe.Breathing is the first action,and living,really living,follows after.This poem © Kevin Walker. Published September 2013. »

Marked

The streets are crumbling here,the sidewalks interrupted by green weeds.Mrs. Jones’ house isn’t kept up anymore.It’s been ten years now since she passed away.Isn’t it funny how an afternoon can pass so slowly,yet a life can pass so quickly?I worry about old Mr. Thames.It’s been six months since he lost his bride of fifty-three years.I see him sitti... »