Danny Stinson Poet Free verse

Bloomington, My Home

The rain cascades over the roofs of stone
The wind sways their foundations as they start to groan
I walk on the paths in aimless direction
These are the places I shared my affection
Cream for the innocence with which my heart is filled
Crimson for the scars, and all my blood I've spilled
I continue with my winding sojourn
And lightning illuminates what I have learned
The loves that have come and gone
Or the pain that just keeps marching on
I pass the creek in which I'd like to drown
And the trees where my body could be found
But the storm lets up, and stars fill the sky
The beauty I see won't allow me to die

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Andrea Dietrich June 13, 2012 at 10:11 PM I love how this became a message of revival, from seeing the beauty all around you. So glad I found this gem of yours near the bottom of the page. One of your best, Danny. People are thinkiing I have cancer or something because of the way I wrote my poem, but I don't (knock on wood) I just really hate what it is doing to people!!

Andrew Crisci November 23, 2011 at 11:48 PM I see no comment posted on this inspiring, moving and beautiful poem, Daniel. Your observation is profound, contemplating death for a moment, but then..." The storm lets up, and the stars fill the sky the beauty I see won't allow me to die. "The beauty you mention is the awesome creation of the Almighty whose love and compassion fills a sad heart with a new hope and promise. Keep on writing, young man and shine like the sun! Have a Happy Thanksgiving with your loved ones. Peace and Love, Andrew.