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Hello everyone who still follows this blog, I realize it’s been a bit since I’ve shared new poetry here, but I will soon again. I have quite a few ideas rolling round in my mind, just need to flesh them out.

Julie & Jack

Julie ran into Jack today,

outside a small cafe

long ago she’d moved away,

something they’d both hated

but now she was back again

There was a time,

they both remembered when

they were inseparable,

the best of friends

As they looked into each others faces

there were things there time can’t erase

Like the bright shining light of Love

that never faded

By: J.N.R Dutton

Dear Eric (Revisited)

Eric, if you were reading this I’d like to say,

I’m a bigger fan now than I was

even just yesterday

The way you tell a story, brother,

it just keeps blowing me away

every time I think I’ve heard your best

you top it & prove me wrong

As long as you keep sharing, man,

I’ll forever sing along

By: J.N.R Dutton

Thank You All

Dear all, thank you for continuing to take time out of your day to grace this blog with your presence. Keeping it open & active is something I definitely don’t regret.

Unfortunately, with that said, I will be away from this blog for a very BRIEF period, due to circumstances and necessary obligations that can’t really be helped. No need for anyone to get worked up, I and my family are doing well overall.

I will be back around 1st of November at the latest.

Rebecca (Another Poetic Story)

A kind of free verse piece

Rebecca worked in a bookstore in a small town, that’s often how her days were spent. She chose that career as more than just a way to pay for the rent, or gas to get around. She adored books.

She’d say they were some of her truest loves in every sense you could possibly think of.

Anyone who knew her would say she was more than a bit obsessed, some might even think it unhealthy, something needing to be seriously addressed.

She read voraciously, everything from full novels to poetry.

She wanted to be a writer too from an early age.

She felt sometimes that other aspects of life could be mundane, she sometimes felt trapped like a caught animal in a cage, but when she’d write, or when she’d read, or help another avid reader find the books they need that’s when she felt the most free.

By: J.N.R Dutton