Stranger’s Friends

Raymond Brossard

Raymond Brossard

We waltz throughout natural rendezvous

Untethered energy allays patterned view.

Look me in the eye, do you reconcile,

We might share humanity, peace, awhile.

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Walk past the shelter, encounter, a chance

candid when shared, a friendly glance

might in immediacy become a threat

little regard for sordid reality’s vet.

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Common ground when once ago passion fall,

idle hands will reach, quiet, soothe the pall

of strange reckoning, a mindset ideal

to knowing, to loving, a timestamp seal.

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For when we do imagine calm release,

Perhaps we encounter another’s peace.

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Painting – Raymond Brossard

Our Silent Muse

We all have one, somewhere nearby, or elsewhere,

that copy, a shadow, a response we failed to hear

until we once encounter a moment of clarity

when the stars align, we decide to … understand.

rather than continuing the battle of individuality

we suddenly are together, without any demand.

That’s when our muse whomever, whatever, wherever

will smile in the background not because they put us

where we wanted to be, more simply,

our muse is there to watch with love, because their

whole wish is for our humanity,our selves, our …

When a muse becomes the focus of our writing,

our acting, our performing, our creative souls,

have an entirety of cathartic energy filled with love,

a karmic sojourn if you will that blending in unity,

allows our lives to flourish in the elegance of reality.