He walked miles …
never reaching his objective.
Waving arms and cheering smiles,
waiting on the other side.
No place to call home.
Waiting in the coldness.
Icicles forming on the trees.
The bitterness within him,
substituting warmth in his heart
Explosions all around …
As the moon begged him to
forgive with the stars guiding him
like fireworks bursting.
Over the mountains … he climbed
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
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it's the journey, not the destination. Awesome poem, very vivid; precise imagery.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much gnarlyoak. So very true.
ReplyDeletePamela
I see him keep climbing the mountains with stars twinkling and moon encouraging.
ReplyDeleteyour words painted a vivid image here.
FANTASTIC poem.
Jingle thanks so much.
ReplyDeletePamela
I sometimes know this man. Let's hope the spotlight is warming. Smiles
ReplyDeletePamela, I keep thinking that we always continue to climb, climb....there is no other way!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was reading this...I cannot tell you how much, I've FELT like this...I substituted that person..in your poem as me...wow, that was weird. Just goes to show you how powerful, words on a screen can be....marvelous, I had to read it three times.
ReplyDelete"As the moon begged him to
forgive with the stars guiding him
like fireworks bursting." <-----O-mazing
I love the bursting fireworks under the starry skies! Wonderfully done!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is full of mystic beauty.
ReplyDeletebooguloo,
ReplyDeleteThanks and let's hope so.
Pamela
Mary,
ReplyDeleteThere is no other way.
Pamela
oilunderneath,
ReplyDeleteI am glad you could relate to it.
Thanks.
Pamela
Diane,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much. You are too kind.
Pamela
Thanks old ollie.
ReplyDeletePamela