My Attempt At an Uplifting poem

Sunset Over Local River, Taken by Author

Sing me a song never sung before,

Write me words never written,

Take me to clouds formed in the dusk,

Appearing nevermore.

A faint cry is a giant wave crashing down,

Endless oceans lie within a drop of dew.

Longing for yesteryear before the days of time standing still,


Note: I attempted to have this published a few months ago in the Medium publication Weekly Knob. While I missed the publication’s deadline(and am still new to the Medium thing in a lot of ways), I really wanted to get it shared here eventually. Finally, I remembered a few months…

How do you begin to write when you don’t know what to write? How do you craft a draft when you cannot even get through a few lines or even a single meaningful sentence?

Just get something down on the page. It doesn’t really matter what it is to start…

On that best portion of a good man’s life. His little, nameless, unremembered, acts. Of kindness and of love. — William Wordsworth

I was out driving on a local highway a couple of years ago, long before the pandemic. It was a crisp September day with Iowa’s fall winds blowing…

Daniel Marie

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