Gwynneth Green poet and lyricist extraordinaire, her poetry and lyrical background are gifts from her grandfather, Bud Green

a poets playground

scars fade

it was more than a graze
a wound
some pain
some anguish
no permanent damage
the bandage removed
makes one wince
for only a nano

revealing
a healing

the music turned from gloomy gray
to something more suitable
to lighten the day
never occurred

meditational state

where
where are you
where did you go

no posts
no photos
no text
no messages

yet
your hum is heard

where
where are you
where did you go

you said
you needed quiet
you

be neutral

strive
for balance
though
wounds & doubts
seemingly thrive
strive
for balance
though
qualms & distrust
seemingly abide

attempt
something new

be neutral

a powerfully present energy
surrounds the room
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a poets notes