I can’t remember which came first the picture or the poem. Perhaps it is of no importance. Here is this week’s selection from Dark Road, a collection of poems by yours truly, now available on Amazon. Thanks for taking a moment to muse.
taste of uncertainty
wind rustles through the trees
leaves fall on my beliefs
stillness waits, shadows grieve
I let go to be free
A sleepless night spent at a truck stop in the middle of nowhere as we traversed across the prairies…..
Prairie guardians, flightless steel
Landscape stretches surreal
Cries of hunter’s, captives caged
Time falls upon the strange
Scent of yellow fields fill
Vastness stretches until
We are lost, we are found
Wheels turn, road stretches on.
Another offering from “Dark Road”, my 1st collection of poetry. Here’s to detours, being lost, discoveries and trusting your own voice wherever the journey and the pen leads.
Waiting for the ordinary
on a Tuesday in May, barely
warm enough for the cotton dress
blue striped, clings to her swelling breasts;
the world passes aquamarine eyes
and in that moment, she decides
stirs her tea, sips in contentment
perfume of lilacs is sweetest
as you turn from Oak onto Main
every breath is never the same.
Welcome to Monday Morning Musings – I thought I would start with a poem I shared at a Poetry Fest once upon a time and a photo from a recent Saturday morning walk.
Perils & Pearls
I cannot ask what I cannot give
I will not excuse the truth I live
Complications of my creation
Spirit’s quandary, my destination
Spectrum of gray shades actions, choices
I am one of the nameless voices
Who stands to fall in the name of this
Perils and pearls for those who dare risk.
My 1st collection of poetry titled “Dark Road” is now available on Amazon and through other online distributors.
Poetry has offered me solace, momentary respite, wondrous delight, stars in my darkness and a passion for the rhythms and moods of words. Afternoons dreaming at Walden’s Pond, adrift with The Lady of Shalott to Camelot, odes on Grecian urns and tenement walls, Will’s sonnets, whimsical Seuss & Carrol’s Jabberwocky, Eliot’s felines and Sylvia’s sorrows were my beloved companions.
Coil notebooks filled with scribbled lines of teenage angst, foolish love, and two a.m. doubts in faded blue ink. Words an avenue to acknowledge myself and my feelings when most often I felt invisible. Poetry helped this too world wise child find her voice. It has continued to be a means to have my say even when no one is listening or seems to care. I still have my perspective albeit right, misguided or somewhere in between.
Perhaps there are others in the world who seek a moment to pause and muse over a few lines before the demands of the world force them back into the crashing waves of life.
Monday Morning Musings kicks off on June 3. I will post a poem from “Dark Road” weekly over the next few months. Here’s to detours, being lost, discoveries and trusting your own voice wherever the journey and the pen leads.