Matthew Robb · Poetry · Poetry By Me

The Song of the Evening Lark

A Grain of Hope, it’s all I need To be lifted up, unfettered, freed. A ray of light breaks the matter dark, The victory song of the evening lark. Melodic verse carried in the breeze,  Gently whispers through the trees,  The mysterious occurs at eventide, Sky grows dim, sun begins to hide. No longer to… Continue reading The Song of the Evening Lark

Matthew Robb · Poetry · Poetry By Me · Writings

Thoughts on The Ripple Effect

The Ripple Effect. When you throw a stone into a lake There is a phenomenon that does exist Waves are produced at the point of contact; Spread out radially and persist. They travel over the body’s surface Like the gentle caress of a hand Creating curves in the calmness Til’ it feels the kiss of… Continue reading Thoughts on The Ripple Effect