Sounds of loneliness
Stay trapped within these grey walls
Outside lives go on

Autumns final leaf
Still clings to a long bared branch
Winters serenade

Just a hint of flame
Hiding amongst the embers
Waiting for rebirth

Perfect summers morn
Sunlight sparkles in the dew
Soul and spirit soar

Smell of fresh cut grass
Calls forth unexpected chill
Dark clouds rolling in

This poet had a dream
of a book with leather binding
going on a journey
along roads both far and winding

Other poets writing in that book
a page or two of verse
the dream became obsession
a small poetic curse

Then one day he saw a journal
the perfect little object
He picked it up and so began
The Community Poetry Project

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The candle light just seems to fit
my dark and sombre mood
as another new relationship
is about to come unglued

Like the inconsistent glow
of the fragile little flame
the fire that once burned so bright
just could not be sustained

and so I sit alone once more
aching in the dark
and wonder why a fool like me
his own words does not hark.