Please join me in creating a poem. Take a look at this picture then under comments write your line/s and I will add them to the poem. It will be ongoing until April 30th.
In the wilderness of poetry I stumbled upon a path…
Little signs and whispers directing me as I wonder where my feet will lead me next
With intention Evil
I will bring you down
to the depths of hell
not I alone, but my legion
there are many
Great Souls you have met
over the centuries
A plan was contrived
may I remind you
of the coming demise
of you and your Cabal
I am not of this world
you are the master whore here!
There is a culling
the reapers scythe is raised
do not be fooled by the wars you win
or the legions you gather
There is another force here
that cares for balance and justice
the only question is
Are you ready?
oh, Canada I have wandered far
time marked in travelling
grounded in muck and mire
coutless paths paved by sole
in all directions
crisscrossing while conjuring my place
breathing just breathing
oh, Canada you have drawn me in
the shape of your rocky cliffs
the crevice between your valleyed breasts
an addict wanting only to climb
and conquer your peaks
oh, Canada you entice my poets eye
sensing and envisioning
your passionate plea for me to look deeper
to plant my seed
oh, Canada forgive my loyal ignorance
your Canadian shield is your blanket of peace
your land drowning in deciduous
and coniferous beings
whose vapours like poignant contrails
beg me to enter
Oh, Canada your land is strong and free
my patriot love is possessed by your call
forever I will notice
forever I will stand
forever I am entangled
I plant myself in love to thee
Today I shift
of the Goddess within
is the moment
to let go
as a ripple in perpetual motion
to rise up
Law of Divine right action
Today I choose
I create my own world
A moment captured in time
of a fathers struggle to live
even in the depths of pain and discomfort.
Resting in a chair at window ledge
peering and frowning as if to memorize,
immortalize this moment.
A mini vacation set aside
to help rejeuvenate and de-stress.
Niagara Falls river rushing by
His pain as deep and disguised
as the rivers current.
Mom notices his absence of thought
and clicks the camera.
The flash awakens his dreamy state
as he smiles at her
What was he thinking?
She loves him dearly and misses him already.
A black and white photo left behind
that will never reveal
the life of colour they shared in the 51 years of marriage!
In the wilderness of poetry
I’m wondering if you can envision
what I ascertain?
Readers are so subjective
I search for truth, beauty and
courage in life
I grasp for inclusion
I am wild, free, alone
creating a moment
Do you even see the forest for the trees?
A dangerous place
How will you even see me with closed eyes?
My breath like a slow fog expels
I smell the pines in the forest
standing firm, grounded, expansive
limbs spread upward in worship
I belong here
My pen is my voice
like the smell of the pines
It cries out to be noticed
Fragrant words seducing you closer
vowels lighting the narrow path
to the truth, beauty and courage of the forest
Standing firm, I succumb to the wilderness
anticipating true belonging.