Find it, it’s calling to you
In the soles of your feet
In music so sweet
In the food that you eat
In skies azure blue
Find it in love that you give
In the life that you live
It’s calling to you
In the voice of the lark
In the moon after dark
Whatever you do
Find it
In warm winds that blow
In storms and in snow
Find it
****
Never let it go

Waves of deep pure shimmer in the background.
A muffled roar of anger rumbles in the distance.
The white gardenia in a clear glass bowl
Doesn’t smell as sweet as memory recalls.
All the wight of merely being is a burden.
The cuckoo clock is running slow
And needs to have its chain pulled down.
The shutters on the windows are all closed
And the walls are painted in a cheerless hue.
The tablecloth is cluttered up with  nothings
That demand attention but give no reward.
The painting in the attic slowly ages
While the face seen in the mirror stays the same.
The creaking hinges of existence
Slowly start to close the door
And all the butterflies are left outside.
kjm

Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?

Deep Purple

    I’ve bared my soul and I’ve shared
My struggles and with what I fight
I’ve shared with you my darkness
And I’ve shared with you my light

I’ve written things of silliness
And you’ve seen my romantic side
And when world tragedy strikes
My feelings I just can’t hide

I’ve even been political not really
Intending to favor a certain view
Some might even say that I’ve gone crazy
Needing drugs to subdue

I’ve been enlightened and encouraged
You all have written words that inspire
To all of you here on hello poetry
I’ve come to love and admire

I’ve read what you’ve written
From your reality to your fantasies
You’ve taken me inside your souls
And revealed your personalities

I’ve also read words of your darkness
One woman wrote about ****
And like me others writing of their
Pain trying in many ways to escape

Like a letter to death from
Someone I believe was dying
And I became overwhelmed
And I just began crying

Being humans unfortunately
It means that none of us are immortal
So I take this time to pray that each of
You can break free from your deep purple

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 06/02/2022
All rights reserved
I dedicate this to everyone here
On Hello Poetry—God Bless!!!