On a midnight morning
I walked away
Nowhere to go
Nothing to say
I don’t feel like writing
The words went away
So I walked through the woods
Hoping it would help find a way
There is a hopefulness among the trees
The sounds of nature, the bird songs
Seeing small animals scurrying away
And the beauty of an occasional deer
It brings peace to my soul
Inspires me and calms my troubled mind
At the end of a day in the woods
I sleep soundly
And on a midnight morning
I wake refreshed, invigorated
The words have returned
And I write
~The Tennessee Poet~
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I too can find a renewal in nature. Great piece.
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Thank you Leigha 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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Clear your head so that you may once again fill it! Lovely thoughts, Sir Walt 😊❤️
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Thank you so much Lady D! My mind churns sometimes, and sometimes it spits out poetry 🙂 ❤
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Well, keep spitting! (something I never thought I’d tell a man lol)
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That could be taken in a couple ways Lady D, lol! 😊💛
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Get your mind out of the gutter!!! LOL 🙂 ❤
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It’s my safe spot!
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We must be on the same roof lol
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Same roof, different dimension ☺
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The Outer Limits lol
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You have entered The Twilight Zone 🙂 ❤
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Nature is always wonderful against writer’s block! Takes away the stress, grounds us and it can be so inspiring in the end. Lovely, Walt!
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Thank you Susi 😊
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Walt, this gives me hope and such a sense of peace! Lovely!
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Thank you Susan, I am glad it does 🙂
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This is wonderfully done, Walt, and that’s how my mind works also. 🙂 🙂
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Thank ou so much Miriam. I guess we all have our ways 🙂
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Yes, Walt, we do. I have several ways to get inspiration. 🙂
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Isn’t it amazing how the smallest thing can inspire us unexpectedly? A baby’s laugh, a leaf drifting from a tree, the sweet smell after a spring rain, the nicker of a horse in the morning, the lyrics of a song… So many things that I now notice as I’ve aged. ☺
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Yes, exactly. We noticed that our friends talk more of family, life, and daily things instead of work, now that they’re retired. 🙂
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Joan Didion, one of my favorite writers, puts her manuscript in the freezer and walks away if she’s stuck. I, like you find that nature is very soothing to my soul and helps me whenI can’t seem to find the perfect word…Wonderful my friend. ❤
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Thank you Linda, and once again I apologize for being so far behind in reading your wonderful poetry. How dare life, health and personal crap interfere with my reading!?! I’m not sure putting my unfinished poems in the freezer would work for me 😊💛
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Glad you got your words back 😊
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Me too. They come and go as they please. Like teenagers. ☺
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Haa haa true that
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I love your new gravatar ☺
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Thank you so much Walt …..I am all smiles😊😊
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Smiles look beautiful on you 😊💛
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Blush blush ☺️ thanks haa haaa
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Welcome. ☺
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Beautiful. And I understand this.
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Thank you Lorraine ☺
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You are welcome Walt
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