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

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paradise

paradise
wasn’t lost
it was found
on a river bank
where the surface water lay still
the undercurrent sweeping indifference down stream
drenching one in tranquility
the trees encouraging one
to breath
to breath
to breath
stress slowly releasing
with every calming breath

crossing

a crossing
to a new day
a bridge
between
the last
and this

keeping
acute focus
on the whole
not examining
the individual fragments

relief
the river
below
a flowing
of the extraneous
watching

Luscinia

lovely nightingale
with the golden tail
trills at eve
in a rhythmical
hypnotic flow

the lyric the key
to the insight
you seek
you need

poetry abounds in her heart
singing sanative songs
providing a path through fear
her

three spirits one man

if you listen deeply
you will hear
my howl
it comes from my heart
sometimes in
soft whispers
sometimes
a hollering call

always of love
always protecting
always for you

at day
as i roam
forging through the woods
it is my test

the you

are you listening
to me
the me inside of you
the 1
you turn to
when lonely
when bored
the 1
who answers
with
sometimes
not so kind words
the 1
who thinks you’re the best
even
when

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