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 the positive
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 digested considered wisdom
Tears gone but no crying
Some 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
A Crown of Rust →
A Crown of Rust
By Brent M. Jones
Once a thing of class, Once a noble giant, Now sitting alone in the grass
Rusted from roof to ground Greatness can’t be restored The weather is no friend.
A new day, faded color With rust a crown that remains The rust some consider art,
Iron, steel, and water reveal Where reality stopped, art began
Thoughts about the Poem
Art is a searching process. People searching for something to create. Where do the artist’s thoughts take them when considering rusted-out automobiles or rusted-out anything?
The color of rust comes from the red family which is a very passionate color and charges the space bringing in lots of energy.
When we create something, we mentally navigate a space of possibilities, searching for a creative solution to evoke a desired sensation.
The choice of the creative instrument is essential, and rust is particularly fascinating: it conveys, not just the destination of the process, but the author's arrival for choice - the search itself.
#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 with 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
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?
Poetry is about feelings expressed →
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
Psalm 143:8
”Show me the way I should walk”
Poems by Brent M. Jones →
Poems by Brent M. Jones
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
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.
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, by Brent M. Jones
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 →
Soft White Blue Sky
By Brent M. Jones
