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The minutes went by,
As I burned the midnight candle.
Dawn has arrived from weeping,
Crystal silhouette in the meadow;
Pen – touching a white paper.
Blank notes, nothing to hide,
Like a barren land.
Clouds kissing the mountain,
Like aperture the sun peeked through.
Investigating the valley of chaos,
Analyzing; as mankind dialogue with nature.
Some sensitive to its habitation,
Galloping, and panting for submission
That nature is calling him to yield;
While others disgusted.
Storming into wild panic
Running-away – they go.
In the foothills, with no where to go,
Lost like a child, fear upon their face.
The whisper of breeze
Suffocate their ego.
Thunder storms in life betrayed them.
While law makers sit in
Dialoguing with each other,
No where to find their common ground.
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Tess rockenstire
I am a mom who loves the Lord, and I have been inspired to write poetry by a very special friend. Educated in the Philippines from Elementary School to College, I have a degree in Secondary Education in English and the Filipino language. A nurse by profession, specializing in Diabetic nursing in upstate New York, I must confess that I wasn't particularly into poetry writing. While going through school earning my Bachelor’s degree in teaching, I disliked the enormous thoughts that I had to put through my brain. I can remember sitting in my English class learning Mythology, Shakespeare, English Literature, and American literature; the most boring subject. However, it all changed in later years. How I wish I could revive the years I had wasted in learning, but instead could have been writing poetry. But today is a new dawn of hope, and I feel resurrected.
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