Another dawn,
time moving on.
Trying to hold
colors too bold
for poets to
rhyme their true hue.
Only the trees
know to be free
from the constant
need for the hunt
of words to write
that battles nights
of loneliness,
leaving a mess
of fears not gone
even with the dawn.
©Jamey Boelhower
Poetic Form: Cywydd Deuair Fyrion
Bio:
Jamey Boelhower is a poet and independent author with numerous published works to his name.
Throughout his career, Jamey has delved into a variety of topics, including family, heartache, and the mysteries of life. Jamey is well-known for challenging his readers' perspectives and inspiring them to see things in a deeper way.