Thoughts Are Like Leaves by Brent M. Jones
I wrote this poem as a way to explore how letting go of overthinking can lead to clarity.
Too often, we try to control every thought, every answer—when in truth, peace often comes when we stop trying so hard.
Thoughts Are Like Leaves is a reflection on quieting the mind and allowing space for something deeper to emerge.
Thoughts are like leaves—
Drifting, catching the light, falling when they’re ready.
We try so hard to control what we think, say, or do.
But what if we let go just a little?
When we stop grasping for meaning, we often find it.
When we stop forcing clarity, it arrives.
Let the last thought go.
Let the leaf fall.
And see what the wind carries back
The Quiet Beauty of Music
by Brent M. Jones
The notes connect—
And the mind receives.
Each sound brings comfort,
Floating softly from the piano keys.
As each note enters,
It expands—
Filling the spaces between thoughts,
Bringing peace to the fabric of the mind.
The music continues,
Shaping what we feel,
Note by note,
Building on one another.
Until thought dissolves—
Replaced by calm,
And the quiet beauty of music
Becomes the only voice we hear.
Kindness Reflected, by Brent M. Jones →
Kindness Reflected by Brent M. Jones
Pure love is kindness, softly reflected—
A virtue not spoken, but deeply detected.
Motive may twist, and reason may bend,
But the heart, not the mind, will triumph in the end.
For true goodness flows from where feeling starts—
Not logic alone, but compassionate hearts.
Kindness needs no grand design—
Its quiet power is love, defined
Thoughts about this poem
Love and purity often go hand in hand, and this connection inspired me to delve into kindness. While kindness can sometimes be used as a front, genuine kindness must be pure, just like love. When love and kindness are combined, they create a force for good, guided by the heart. Although the heart is intangible, it's the defining factor behind everything, and pure kindness can change the world. Love is often mentioned as being pure, which influenced me to consider kindness as a subject for this poem.
Kindness is often a mask for the real motive, but to be accurate, it needs, like love, to be pure.
Love and kindness combined are goodness and are influenced by the heart. Unlike love and kindness, the heart is nothing but a reference to it that defines everything.
Did Destiny Bring Choices or Do Choices Become Destiny - by Brent M. Jones →
Did Destiny Bring Choices, or Do Choices Become Destiny?
by Brent M. Jones
Are people in our lives
Sent for a reason?
Do they arrive
To cause change—
To serve a noble purpose,
Open closed doors,
And show us
New ways,
Not the same?
Do they teach us
New lessons,
Help us see
New solutions?
This isn't fate—
It’s purpose unfolding.
Providence may begin with destiny,
But choices are always required.
For it is often
When destiny brings change,
That choice reveals who we become.
Poem: Consider the Journey by Brent M. Jones →
Consider the Journey, by Brent M. Jones
The goodness of people found along the way
Some came for a reason; some blocked the way
Sun came, but then so did the rain
Peace was felt, but so was pain
I look ahead; clarity leaves me
Which path should I follow
Where is true light showing the way
Will mistakes still happen if I always do right
The journey is amazing
I need an anchor for the night
Embracing the Randomness
Hoping for Light
This poem came about as I wrote my book,
“Why Life Stories Change Are We the Result of Circumstance or Chance.”
Anamorphic Power of Tears (a Poem by Brent M. Jones →
“Tears fall like rain
Wisdom follows pain
Water flows, tears stain
Tears gone, without crying
Tears digested, considered wisdom
Some still regarded with disdain”
Is life the Road to Recovery? (a poem by Brent M. Jones →
Does life require us to fall Is life the road to recovery Is recovery the road called life
So when will we learn life’s lesson Does knowledge only come when we fall
Is life just a process
If we know what is needed Would we need to fall Does recovery bring knowledge
Knowing what was needed Does balance and wisdom Find the beginning
Feeling Alone Again, by Brent M. Jones →
Feeling Alone Again
I felt alone; I had no answers
A person came and filled the need
My progress was a concern
A person came and had a need.
Why did they come
How did they know
Are we all connected?
Please help me to know.
A Crown of Rust: Reflections on Time, Decay, and Beauty →
A Crown of Rust
By Brent M. Jones
Once a symbol of pride and grace,
A noble giant held its place.
Now it slouches in the silent grass,
Time and weather let it pass.
Rusted roof to ironed base,
Its glory is lost without a trace.
No craft can bring its shine again—
The sky, the storm, the steady rain.
Faded hues in morning light,
A crown of rust still clings on tight.
Some call it ruin, some call it art—
Where time gave way, the rust took heart.
Thoughts about the Poem
Thoughts About the Poem
Art is, at its core, a process of searching—of seeking meaning, beauty, or understanding through creation. What stirs in the artist’s mind when they pause before a rusted-out automobile or any object marked by time and decay?
Rust, after all, isn’t just corrosion. Its deep red-brown hue belongs to the red family—a color often associated with passion, energy, and emotional charge. It brings a space to life, not despite its decay, but because of it.
When we create, we navigate a mental landscape filled with possibility. We search for a form, a feeling, a fragment of truth. The medium matters. And rust—so rich in texture, tone, and metaphor—isn’t just the end result of time. It can also be the artist’s destination, a sign that the search for meaning has arrived somewhere honest, raw, and real.
#rRust #Rustinforms #RustArt #RustReflectsLife
The Dance of Thoughts, a Poem by Brent M. Jones →
The Dance of Thoughts
And when the day is done,
And the darkness has begun,
My thoughts become my guide,
Leading me to peace inside.
So let them dance and play,
These thoughts come my way.
For they are a part of me,
And in them, I am free.
The heart still rules,
A Brothers Poem for a Brother →
These poems were used to communicate to me some thoughts as we discussed life and poetry, and were sent to me by my brother. At first, I was not sure of the source of this first one.
“Naked, they walk,
Without any shame
Drawn toward their masters,
Like moths to a flame
With his companions,
Perhaps because he hears
A different drummer.
Let him step to the music he hears,
However, measured or far away.”
by Jeff A. Jones
I asked my brother Jeff how he was doing. He just wrote back, included this poem above, and then sent the poem below as the likely source of his thoughts.
(This communication happened in the 1990s, and then in 2005, my brother passed away)
(this communication happened in the 1990s and then in 2005 my brother passed away)
Song of Light - A Poem →
Land, sea, and sky, reach out
Embraced by the old, touched by the light
Our new world gives light
The old world gone from sight
Memories sometimes fade
Are new friends new light
Life is short, families give us light
Truth is eternal
Desire to do right
Music's Flight ,by Brent M Jones →
Music's Flight
I love the sound, color, and the light I love the silence, that feels like night
I love the tone, when a touch is slight I love the feel of music, in flight I love the sound, color, and the light
Will We Meet Again and Will We Still Care? by Brent M. Jones →
“Will we meet again Have we met before Is it only now
Did we really meet before Is that the reason why We have met now
Did we care before Will we care again Is it only now”
Thoughts about this poem: Do relationship continue on after death and if they do then why wouldn’t they have been present before this life?
Goodness Revealed, by Brent M. Jones →
Goodness Revealed, by Brent M. Jones
The goodness of people
Is blurred with each day,
Life stories reveal what’s in the way.
Let goodness shine strongest
Pushing evil away
Consider the Journey, by Brent M. Jones →
The Poem: Consider the Journey
