Greg Slode Poet Free verse

Creaky floors rusted gates at your feet the fallen's fate

The Creators brush in the stream of Ocean waves
Painting with feeling and shading with inner thought 
Inventing a life a moment of escape
Swimming towards an open gate 
A trigger with a conscience 
A finger on a dime in somebody's tore pocket 
What is saved at the end of the day without the skill of care.
Losing a life lost in disaster
Living to prove the glistening of diamonds 
Who's shine a reflection of the dream to be left in peace
Diamonds made from the tears off every shooting star
Screams kept in silent smothered jars trapped by ocean waves 
Released by moonstruck tides smashing the fallen day
They say apply yourself to a civilization that needs to dream
Pick up those who have fallen along the path as they are the hinges fallen from that rusted gate

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Sara Kendrick February 5, 2024 at 8:14 AM Creative and interesting lines penned. Helping our fellowman should be what we do, but we all fail in that regard. Thanks for sharing your work with us. Sara K Greg Slode February 5, 2024 at 8:36 AM Thank you for stopping by..You can fail..But is a beautiful plant nothing but a plant without a entity's observation..Not many people have enjoyed success without accepting failure for a path of learning..Thanks again..One day we will see good as something better than just balancing out the bad.