As a new pathway closes a season's chapter, winds of solitude purge an ocean's currents. Melodious ebbs kissing a shoreline, etching sketches in crystal sand, dunes echoing inner peace. And as ocean mists chant a new horizon, Autumn gently breezes tides of faded memories.
Eve, (Me)

#Friday
#Fridayvibes
#September1st
#September
#mypoetry

The Trauma of Birth
by
Kenny A. Chaffin
All Rights Reserved © 2023 Kenny A. Chaffin

It lives inside us
just under the surface

Drives us
through our lives

Mothers may forget the pain
but the child cannot

It will be there, always
until we die

Kenny A. Chaffin – 2/5/2023

#poem #poetry #kacpoetry #mywork #mypoetry #literature

I returned at last,
not understanding why,
to the place of hard days
lost, altered, angry,
splintered times.
Memories frozen.

This was never home
or a harbour shining
through the mist.

Now I take comfort in
the twilight of shadows.

Andrew Brennan #MyPoetry

Be ever watchful
of the spirits
that delve here
be unafraid

they are at
a crossroads
an end
dulling sensations
sensual tentacles
mist on waters
ethereal

singing
thirsty
feeding
greying
fading
whispering
sighing
snaring

their life is vanishing
leaving memories only

Andrew Brennan #MyPoetry