"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

'The road' we write poems #24 crossroads

I have reached a crucial intersection
I call mine
Time has been a friend to me
It’s all I own
The sadness we perceive, can always change
Enjoying familiar faces

Seems sometimes I have nothing new to say,
it becomes camouflaged
I follow the itinerary of this road, crossroads form,
which way to turn
As the creases are left, never right, ahead lies the destruction,
have I gone too far?

We place sparrows in the sunsets and watch as they fly
While happiness and sadness run streams — paralleled
You have everything that is needed,
before you make a wrong turn,
blue jays … circle
Listen to the crows sing their song …


  1. Full of feeling. Maybe the wrong turns turn out to be right ones. Or at least inevitable wrong turns.

  2. "happiness and sadness run streams — paralleled" is life!

  3. Pamela, there are so many thoughts in this poem, and an undercurrent of sadness.

    "Seems sometimes I have nothing new to say,
    it becomes camouflaged" - on occasion I have felt that way, and then amazingly, a unique twist occurs. And it is true one only owns time, and then...for how long.

  4. Pamela, I like this poem. The feelings come through clearly and they are the ones of the crossroad experience. I agree that we only own time, and our choices are most often aimed at how to fill that time, I like that you filled yours with birds and their colors.


  5. Irene,
    That is exactly how life goes.
    I have been emotional lately.

  6. Mary, yes there is. And it is all we own.

  7. Elizabeth, thanks and I am glad to hear you are back at home.

  8. love that place sparrows in sunsets line!
    I may have to borrow that thought that the something new to say is camoflauged.

  9. Barb, at times it does seem as if what I say is camouflaged. I am wishing you a splendid birthday and many more. And thanks.

  10. This is beautiful and I love how full of birds it is. I especially love "you have everything that is needed" and "listen to the crows sing their song." Lovely, Pamela!

  11. Sherry, I love birds, thanks for the nice comment.