Love, enriched turned soil.
Mind, a splintered battered bole.
Existence reborn.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon bestselling poet – Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.[goodreads +1]
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
I find truth awake. Sensual and sensitive, a nascent nature attuned to self. If you listen, trees tell tales of tragedy and truth. Despaired broken branches, and silent supple saplings. A barren landscape, rich in storytelling. I am earth—a flower’s death and a tree’s raised bole.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon bestselling poet – Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.[goodreads +1]
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Love is a flower, opening to the sky. It is the peak of hope and despair. I embrace comfort, in moments of peace and pessimism. It is a quality of life like rich turned soil, waiting and wanting. A burden of hope and blessing of hopelessness. Occurring in love, a flower I have become.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon bestselling poet – Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.[goodreads +1]
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Love is being. It is the smallest particle and the entire universe. A backdrop, the illusion we call life. I am love and you are too. We are all worthy of love, are all enough. You are perfect, powerful, and presence manifest. A miracle.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon bestselling poet – Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.[goodreads +1]
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Sadness is power. It is expressed through pain and promise.
I desire despondency, its weight digs deep into my soul—
fissured, yet unbroken.
I seek solace in love.
The presence of sadness undone.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon bestselling poet – Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.[goodreads +1]
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Love is simple. It’s a supple branch, awaiting a flexible grasp. I reach with my fingers extended, lost in a milieu of negative expressions. Love is surrender and simplicity, expressed through serendipity. Intent upon my own destruction, I await love’s reconstruction.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon bestselling poet – Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.[goodreads +1]
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Addiction surfaces from sound. It is a memory, constricted and constructed—innocence. I am a puppet, purpose crushed under desires’ weight. Feelings bridge buoyant betrayal, conditioning of composure and complicity—addiction, presence in perpetuity.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon bestselling poet – Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.[goodreads +1]
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Hope is the master of melancholic metaphors. Its sinister side, sullen and sadistic. I wear its despair and weather its disquiet, a trial of tribute and tribulation—hope. It grows pain, and plunders disdain, a remnant of all who came.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Pain peels perpetually the possibility of patient persistence. It is the marrow of serenity and sorrow, and an invitation to masochistic merriment. I choose pain, and the loss of love. It is breathless, a buoyant harbor of hope—a quiet storm, and a safety I’ve never known.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
Love lives in the simple moments. In the triumphs we celebrate, and the trauma we commemorate. Peace arises from the pieces—the aftermath. Love follows the follower and fallows the followed. No one escapes. It is the ultimate price, the currency of life.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
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