shadows seep like rivers
through a forest of conscience,
trickling trepidation and doubt
where ideas once freely grew.
see the roses turn their face
against the wind,
as if in stoic defiance
of spring's changing tide.
brush the dust off conversations
from pages of forgotten thought,
to breathe new perspective
into dreams left on the shelf.
listen, to the robin's morning vocals,
and find yourself drifting
among a million memories,
like a motion picture of your own design
yet where the road before you
shall twist, turn and divide,
there'll be only faith
to follow into the night.
and after the rains have fallen,
like tears against a lamp-shade,
all that will matter
is you tried catching sunlight,
like a child with the leaves of fall.
Author notes
Quote prompt: The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth. ~ Chinese Proverb
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Comments
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Thanks for sharing this poem with me nephew. The imagery is very beautiful. You have some amazing lines here. I really liked the third stanza. Congratulations on the HM.
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Lot of beauty here and a sense of promise that it alluring. Hope, indeed, that something will be caught. Lovely.
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Oh my
This took my heart right out and left me sitting here in awe and in tears. When a poem does that to the reader, you know you have made a big impact.
Thank you for sharing what I know was a big piece of your heart
Lynda
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The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth.
~Chinese Proverb
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thanks sweet cuz, finished now, I appreciate your being patient with me.
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