What Needs to Be Said .A poem by Brent M. Jones →

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Sometimes clarity comes in quiet forms. I wrote this not as a declaration, but as a reminder—to myself and to anyone else wondering if their personal truth deserves to be spoken.

They do. Even if it’s not shared. Even if it’s still forming. That’s what this poem is about.

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Thoughts Are Like Leaves by Brent M. Jones

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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

Did Destiny Bring Choices or Do Choices Become Destiny - by Brent M. Jones →

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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 →

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Consider the Journey
by Brent M. Jones

The goodness of people found along the way.
Some came for a reason—some blocked the way.
The sun appeared, then came the rain.
Peace was felt—but so was pain.

I look ahead; clarity leaves me.
Which path should I follow?
Where is the true light showing the way?
Will mistakes still happen if I always do right?

The journey is amazing.
Still, I need an anchor for the night—
Embracing the randomness,
Hoping for light.

This poem was written while reflecting on the unpredictable nature of growth, connection, and the winding paths we walk. Some people guide us. Some challenge us. And often, we’re left navigating between peace and uncertainty, light and shadow. Consider the Journey is about finding meaning in the midst of all that—not by having answers, but by staying open to the questions.

Anamorphic Power of Tears (a Poem by Brent M. Jones →

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“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 →

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Life doesn’t always teach gently.

This poem invites you to explore the quiet questions that emerge in the aftermath of difficulty—when we’re not just recovering, but redefining who we are. Do we fall to grow, or grow because we’ve fallen? Is recovery the destination—or just another step on the path?

If you arrived here from Pinterest, welcome. Take a moment to slow down, breathe, and consider what your journey has taught you. The poem below is more than words—it’s a mirror for reflection and self-discovery.

Want more reflections like this? I share short poems, insights, and thought pieces regularly through my newsletter on Substack.

A Crown of Rust: Reflections on Time, Decay, and Beauty →

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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.

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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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

Will We Meet Again and Will We Still Care? by Brent M. Jones →

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“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?

Poetry is about feelings expressed →

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The poet uses words to show the way The artist uses paint and clay.

Art informs the people Of what they think they see.

Poetry informs the feelings What the words say

Pictures are like poems Feelings bring memories.

Poetry is the thoughts That feelings for.m

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Psalm 143:8
”Show me the way I should walk”

Poems by Brent M. Jones →

Poems by Brent M. Jones

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Butterflies are Light

A butterfly chooses where to land.
Bringing light and beauty on its wings.
Light sitting, like a sunbeam.
Choosing when to leave

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Help me, Lord

Memory fills the night. Help make my pain and memories light. In your arms, I find comfort. Please guide me in my days. Help me, Lord, this night.

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The Trip

Challenge and wonder are along your path.

Each day, a new turn will attract what you ask.

Others may seek the beauty of your trail.

Focus on your journey and leave the destination for last. 

Sounds of Love – A Poem by Brent M. Jones →

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Sounds of Love, by Brent M. Jones

Thoughts are Notes

Reflected in Flight

Music of the Soul

Words just Right

Feelings of the Heart

Constant Day and Night

Soft White Blue Sky →

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Soft White Blue Sky

By Brent M. Jones

Looking up today

 Greeted softly by the sky

Rolls of white and blue

When I saw the sky

I felt glad to be with you