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and now we are moths to the flame. When opportunities receded and there was no better way our pride flickered and faded and our dreams flew away. Our elders spoke of our faith in common ideals and a higher being to assure our strength anew. Adversity was our challenge and progress pulled us through. Now we can speak of starting again in a beckoning faraway land not on another planet but as leaves of grass in a temperate place far from the political morass. If I return to the human hive and absorb the synthetic surround, I’ll miss nature’s creatures at play and you’ll hear me cry for our dreams that flew away. © 2019 Larry Kilham I was curious – Why is the sky blue? I was curious – Why am I me and you you? I was curious – about everything I could do. Now my aged curiosity slumbers to be awakened by the trivial and the trite. I want to be stirred by some revealing exploration to lead me from the loneliness of the night. © 2022 Larry Kilham  Larry Kilham's Poetry Collection combines all his best poems with beautiful color photos to dramatize his poetic thoughts. The poems explore living with nature in this age of technology and synthetic environments. Larry urges us to at least temporarily become unstuck from our digital hives and reengage with the magical and creative environment of nature. Available for purchase on Amazon,
These poems bring us hope during troubled times through our connection with nature. Chapters include poems on dreams, understanding ourselves, nature, robots and us, and living in the time of covid. There is also a special chapter of legends told by poetic verse. To see all his published poems go to allpoetry.com/lkilham. Two popular poems in this collection are: HUMMINGBIRD Hummingbird, hummingbird, floating on invisible wings, darting here and there, while the whole garden sings. How do your tiny little eyes find the perfect blossom? You always do and I think you’re awesome! You hover in flight and look me in the eye. Our souls join momentarily and I follow you to the sky. © 2021 Larry Kilham --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- DESERTLANDIA We walked the desert in our land. We saw robot wrecks scattered in the sand. Not broken pots or pillars of stone, but defunct computers and scattered phones. We heard a ghostly voice from a gossamer muse, “Look around for what's nice-- Something besides plastics and rust. The creations of art and music fed the worms and now are dust.” © Larry Kilham 2018 |