My latest poem, Strings on Me, is now available on Free Verse Revolution: Strings on Me
Life
Death bookends all life Darkness borders the light Silence follows every sound Blankness every verse. Oblivion catches all […]
Valley of dry bones The breath of life in the wind Life is born of death
Everything born must die, Everything started must end. No one will ever truly know why, Everything born must […]
On the road again Back to where it all began, Where it will all end, Where it already […]
Life is not a road On which we walk. Roads can be walked In either direction. Life is […]
The glory of life Maturing in the sunlight Rooted in the Earth. 4/3/18 My third poem for National […]
Its so strange to think
That you’re not there
In that little house on Salem Avenue
Sitting on the couch
Quietly reading fantasy novels on your Kindle
While Dad watches NCIS,
As if you’d always been there
And always would,
While I sit here across the mountains
Hunched over a notebook
Writing til my hand cramps
Trying to make sense of it all.
The clock ticks From morning til night. One moment dawn light Warms young faces, Training wheels, and zoo […]
Passing through eternity, Through the cycles of infinity. Things grow and flourish, Decay and die, Each end a […]
John W. Leys 