[ultimate_heading main_heading=”Poems by Kaymon Smith – Issue.XXVIiI : May 2017 ” main_heading_color=”#1e73be” sub_heading_color=”#8224e3″ spacer=”line_with_icon” spacer_position=”bottom” line_style=”dotted” line_height=”1″ line_color=”#1e73be” icon_type=”custom” icon_img=”id^48|url^http://ashvamegh.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Ashvamegh-ICO.jpg|caption^null|alt^Ashvamegh Journal Icon|title^Ashvamegh ICO|description^null” img_width=”48″ main_heading_style=”font-weight:bold;” main_heading_font_size=”desktop:34px;” line_width=”3″ margin_design_tab_text=””]new verse with promise…[/ultimate_heading]

Kaymon is the 21-year-old North American author of over 200 poems and songs, a forthcoming debutant chapbook and the Grounded Guide travel and lifestyle blog. Kaymon started writing as a creative outlet as a child. As he edged into his adolescent years, his writings naturally turned into an emotional outlet. Now in his adult years, after learning to harmonize creativity and emotion, Kaymon seeks to show others the natural wonder of being one with yourself, with the planet, and what that means for us individually. He is an artist, a guitarist, a Sagittarius, a vegetarian, a cook, a traveler, a wonderer, a dreamer, a doer, a human.




Last Memories

Drowning in the depths

You stand on the shore

And only idly look on.

I sputter your name,

Calling out for your hand.


The waves wash over me,

Over and over.

My lungs begin to fill.

Every time my head

Breaks through the water

I see your blurred silhouette




An overwhelming swell

Takes me under

And I see nothing but black.

I resurface one more time,

By the grace of God,

So I think,

Only to see your back

Fading into the grey mist.


I’m pulled under again

And accept my fate

As I return my soul

To God





The grueling days

And early morning

Put me into a thirteen year daze,

Full of my mind and sanity’s mourning.


Many years have passed,

But this is the last one,

As I reflect on this long past,

I realize, I’ve finally won.


The end is here,

And I can’t wait to wave goodbye

Maybe soon, my words they will hear,

Written across these years that have gone by.

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