A long poem. Almost an essay.

The wind is howling more than normal. There is a rage, a fearful one that somehow points to a new order that will arise in my lifetime. In a weird way I somehow hope it does.

That urge for me to start in poetic prose, rhythmic form or words that sing and link to other kindred spirits is never far away, yet I am also contemplating that I have been drawn to bring my soul to speak on the topic of space.

I love it because for me it is the essence of my…

A poem

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I feel my parallel
The underbelly of the charred spirit
Grieving still
In an unknown way
Like there is an order
To the fallen rose leaves
Bruised on the travel of life

The reflection of dazzled moss
Green river tide
A family of calming ferns
Creating another stream of mind matters
Continuing, running
Beyond the natural sense
Scattered moments
Of healing air drops
Yet to fall

Clearly the trial is
Of silence versus silence
Not knowing the journeys end
What sits between the fractured heart
Is a rich and vibrant vein
Born to sun dust
That chooses to reflect the order of the…

George Lamptey

I believe at heart I have a need to tell a story through poetry, acting and writing. https://georgelamptey.org/ All articles, opinions and poems are my own.

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