Last September I began writing one poem a day at the end of my morning journaling, and I have managed to write almost every day since then. Some of the poems are merely a reflection of random images which, to me, connect metaphorically. Many do not make sense! But here is the first from September 26, 2025…

Starlight shatters
my last memory
that time we thought
we had it all -
Only the illumination
of Ancient Light
draped, like curtains
over preconceived notions -
silently stepping over Pebbles
in moonlight
seeking answers and finding none
so we settle on to the shore
cool water ripples -
(sparkles)
shines a light unforgotten dreams
it is there
that truth emerges -
Un-broken




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