The cicadas hum their tune in unison a verse that feels like the final line of a summer play. They partner with the birds who sing a song all their own, beautifully off key. Sounds of neighbors in the apricots fill the air, the final curtain is prepared to drop on this warm season. BeforeContinue reading “Seasons Closing Ceremony”
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From the Typewriter #5
People spend their entire lives Looking for the perfect moment When we’re children we dream of adulthood Looking for the future as if it’s gone somewhere without us One day we wise up, start forgetting the past, living in the now, and resolve to praying for the future In life we encounter conflict We wonderContinue reading “From the Typewriter #5”
Awakening
There’s a restlessness that dwells deep in the caverns of my soul. It’s always there, sometimes it sleeps and lies dormant, suddenly out of nowhere it awakens. It pushes me to move, not always in the best direction. Some steps have been backwards, others have propelled me forwards. I feel it stretching it’s limbs, readyingContinue reading “Awakening”
Home – FNS # 23
In the misty cool morning, fog rolls through these old brick streets. Shops open up, people wave, smile, and laugh.They ready themselves for another day in small town USA. The simplicity of living here is relaxing and breathtaking, all at once.I used to hate the fact that I may never leave here. But wherever IContinue reading “Home – FNS # 23”
Field Notes #21
This sip of coffee warms me up. It wakes up my insides, dusts offthe cobwebs that have formedovernight. To say that I don’t need coffeewould be like saying the sun doesn’t need the moon,Or me not needing you. It’s ridiculous and untrue.
Wasteland
Wandering through the desertWondering where I went wrong. I’m searching for somethingI always believed was there. Now I’m all alone in a dry and desolatePlaceSolitude seems to have become my onlyFriend Where do they all go in your time of need?Friends that is.They say they’ll be there, but when thingsGet thick they thin out. TheContinue reading “Wasteland”
Field Notes #12
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I am the perfectRepresentation of theLove you give
The Porch Sessions
They say adventure Is out there You say you want it To feel the rush, excitement, The thrill To find yourself out there Sounds scary. But if you never say yes You’ll never feel the fullness Of what life has to offer
Nate Melugin 