THIS ROAD WE TRAVEL .
This road we travel
once a track .
Hewn by footfall
where wildflowers bloom .
Past colours bright
and scents of wild jasmine .
Umbrella foliage
a welcome rest stop .
From summer's bite
and sky tears falling .
The path where
strangers exchanged .
Tales and events
of a sleepy shire .
Olden time wandering's
sealed beneath .
This tar and cement
highway.
Where fast cars now
at impersonal speeds .
deliver
only destinations .
Bruce A. Thornell 25/06/2022 6:51 A.M.
♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️
INCREMENTS OF TIME .
I can not give you
an undying love.
Just increments of time
between each setting sun.
Till that day, when
my sun refuses to rise.
Only then
will I love you forever.
BRUCE A. THORNELL 24/06/2022 11:06 P.M.
♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️
THIS FOREST ENTITY .
Playing footsies
beneath a fertile earth .
Filaments of root
join in awareness .
Sharman of
leaf and wood.
The supreme being
of forest .
Telepathic whispers
from deep inside you .
The spirit of
the natural world .
Inviting you
to share it's peace .
Bruce A. Thornell 22/06/2022 9:55 P.M.
♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️
STARS .
Stars are just
port holes
used by the Angels .
To gaze once more
at the lives
they left behind .
Bruce A. Thornell 13/06/2022 9:47 P.M.
♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️
ART GALLERY .
If the canvas
chooses you .
It whispers
all of it's secrets .
Paint applied
with such care
Can never
be silenced .
Bruce A. Thornell 12/06/2022 10:44 P.M.
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