Greetings and well wishes to all my friends and readers. Much has been on my mind which is why I have not been writing poems as often. Inspiration is as far between as the things on my mind. The lake was reopened for activities.
Two weeks ago I took a walk after work. Well lets say for 2 weeks the lake was calling. It called until I answered with the little trip. This short drive was
a trip down memory lane. So, this poem is of one of my first walks at the lake
10 years of walks 2 weeks of calling 1 instant of inspiration 3 days to compose. Enjoy.
Broken Pew
A copse of hemlocks stands beside
my path...
my path...
Called into this grand temple of
natures solitude
I bring a
noisy mind...
From this broken pew
I loose the noise
...find my soul
I bring a
noisy mind...
Amid this hemlock cathedral,
beckoning....
beckoning....
Young was the
tree with broken back whose crown only
in reverence touched the ground...
Now, is but a skeleton of life..
This seat offered I take, I watch, I listen...Now, is but a skeleton of life..
Chants carried upon the breeze
from shadowed columns
from shadowed columns
are but whispers
passed from swaying tree to
flowing stream
From this broken pew
I loose the noise
...find my soul
I have realized that it is impossible to exist without the internet.I came back online for about 1 month ago. Has looked back on your blog and read. However, I have not yet made a Y profile. Can do it, if you like. Your last poem made me think of the many times we talked about the lovely forests.
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The soft rustling of the breeze often soothes the soul and calms the spirit
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