Poetry

Over the last 5 years I've spent a good portion of my time dedicated to writing poetry. My favorite poem to date can be seen below, and this link will take you a self published poetry book.

beneath the sky

by Adam Klein

Beneath the blanket of warm gray sky

moisture falls

The parched land forced to rest

it can only produce so much

for so long

Shoots and fruits have withered

the herds passed

all that remains are ghosts of life passed

it can only produce so much

for so long

it pines for lush green, flourishing life

pulling at all its resources

pushing, striving, and trying to be fertile

it's left barren

dusty and cracked

Beneath the blanket of warm gray sky

moisture falls

and light enters through each drop

the land bathes itself in eternity present

resting in the sky

resting in what holds its being together

Beneath the blanket of warm gray sky

rest weary wanderlust

rest passing pilgrim

rest earnest seeker

looking for life in odd doors

vintage windows

eclectic mixes

worn streets

and torn sheets

rest till the breath you breathe

penetrates the pulsing soul

evaporating the imposed veils of separation

rest until the air you swim in is

thick with the being of love

rest until you is we

Beneath the blanket of warm gray sky

rest.