Monday, July 14, 2014

By the River

We talked of the terrain of countries to where we'd been
While the children dug their toes in the mud.
The river flowed faster tonight
After thunder ripped through the air.
My mind filled with Nevada desert at night
The sky so pierced with light
I could feel my soul rise to meet it.
The air so clean, like breathing holiness.
I long for the pause of different places,
Where the terrain takes my hand and points:
"Look! Do you see?"

I travel this unfathomable earth.
I wander and take my love with me.
Love follows me around like a unwound yoyo,
Jolting and leaping over the stones on the ground.
It gathers moss, yet carries me.
My eyes fill with words and I, too,
Feel them galloping across the field toward me.
I will race with the wind.
I will challenge that river.
Skipping rocks off the surface,
I will write of the water's secrets.


7 comments:

  1. I specially love this part:

    The air so clean, like breathing holiness.
    I long for the pause of different places,
    Where the terrain takes my hand and points:
    "Look! Do you see?"

    and the ending: I will write of the water's secrets.

    Thank you for the lovely response to Sunday's Challenge ~ Wishing you happy week ~

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  2. This really speaks to life as a journey over varied terrain, the good times and bad. I really love the way you wound up the poem in the final lines.

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  3. Real. I like your love of the land.

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  4. Ah yes, and as you skip along with nature, it will renew your journey. Lovely write, deeply vivid.

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  5. 'like breathing holiness' ~~~ amazing words!

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  6. …the pause of different places

    that is a lovely way of putting it - We forget to look around and notice that which is familiar, I guess.

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  7. luv your response an ode a land you love; i have posted my response to 'Rain' today

    http://myblog-lunchbreak.blogspot.com/2014/07/1471.html

    much love...

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