Echoes From The Soul

Poetry is echoes from my soul,
descending through mind's corridors,
Whispering to my animal brain,
melodies of spiritual reality.

Rhyme is the right brain's interpretation,
of music descending from my spirit.
rhythms whose immortal melodies,
transcend physical reality.

Verse is the left brain's translation,
of echoes descending from my soul,
words cannot adequately express,
spiritual reality.


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Summer Memories: Echoes

Fighter jets echo
Their contrails reflect the sun,
Tourist look up,
While locals smile
Remembering we live close
To an Air Force base

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