I Write Poetry

Not Titled (as of yet)

by: Rob Paquin


Pine green all around
Feet across the ground
Silence has a sound
that reverberates and rebounds






Over rock and root I step
contemplating old regrets
Thinking thoughts I thought I'd left
That have recoiled, but won't abet



And as I walk I shed each thought
regret falls away; uncaught
with a newer feeling; brought
Understandings never sought



Ascending within my mind
As my feet pace while keeping time
A consciousness that climbs
the inner mountains of sublime



And as I wander on
I let my feelings start to spawn
A new day with a new dawn
And a newer picture drawn


~The Snowdog




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