I have always enjoyed reading and writing poetry. Over the years I have taught philosophy, worked in information technology, and been a professional counselor. I retired about a year and a half ago. I wrote poetry in my youth, then didn't for many years, but have found my interest rekindled in recent years. I have always had a passion for language and for the journey of self-discovery on which poetry invites us to embark.
the night silent and alone i gaze into the darkness of approaching night slowly specks of light begin to glimmer soon i start to feel their distant call and for a while i sit and stare and wonder all at once a pain cuts through my head i languish cry an air of loneliness why am i apart why am i still here why am i not where i long to be and what and then i breathe and feel the night without within and out i breathe my breath and in the night and out and in my breath the night wove now into my deep drawn breath the darkness seems a font of hope it listens to my thoughts it holds me as i overcome my doubts it calms in my despair soon i am at ease as my pores receive in gratitude the grazing nearness of the night air from Charles Schlee, You Come Too, © 2007, 2019
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