Beneath the Past #poetry

sf houses golden gate

I touched a place

I hadn’t wandered in a year

my ten-year old me

painful memories so near

I meandered through a wood

it had been too long

I lay beneath the breeze

heard familiar old songs

I looked for a friend

gone too long ago

she reached out her hand

and took me in tow

I visited old people

they fit like a glove

“thanks” a small word

when they shower you with love

I touched a place

I hadn’t wandered many a year

I stood in old shoes

scar’s lessons – need not fear

shoes

 

Poets United Midweek Motif is prompting us to write about Recovery. There are so many forms of recovery. We can recover from physical ailments, addictions, or pain inflicted by others. What does recovery mean to you?

 

 

 

 

Speechless #poetry

a season past where tears formed streams

cherry blossoms now burst in spring

where lightening seared a rift in oak

the vine is mending a path of hope

the winter offered barren cold

there’s feasting in our forest I’m told

voices seek two hearts to mend

harmonic tones a heavenly blend

dawn’s release of sun to sky

a tear emerges from my eye

all the words that will ever be

cannot express nature’s beauty

 

 

The poet’s united prompt for the day is Enlightenment. How are you enlightened?

(If you click the dove, she looks up close and personal)