Lost on a journey
Drifting down from the skies above
Landing in a cool stream
That flows where only I see
As I stand alone
And see the weightless treasure
Moving away.
I follow as long as I can
Cool water brushing my ankles
Over rocks and life
Treading carefully
Lest I fall
As I am not like this feather
I must measure my steps
And walk with purpose
But with caution,
I could so easily get lost
Underneath these depths
Of dreams and life
That carry me along on my path
Through land, wood, and water
I am this moment
In the woods
I am following the unknown
To see where it all ends
To see where it will reside
In this book of life.
I love the imagery.
Russ
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Thanks starralee:) no onions, just feathers:)
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I really love the placement of “feather” and “measure”–great writing.
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just go to the NaPoWriMo site and submit your blog, then once a day post a poem with that in the title (I also use it as a tag) and Your IN ๐
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Thanks peak perspective , my brain just does not stop, hence three posts a day , I am afraid to see what happens when I go on vacation, go stir crazy I think:)
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Such engaging poetry. I love it.
What a special gift you have. ๐
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I found out two days after it started, wasn’t sure how it worked exactly.
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Thanks Michael ๐ peace to you also:)
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Another Beauty ๐
Are you participating in NaPoWriMo? If you aren’t you really should join in…you’re poetry is wonderful!
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Lovely piece of writing. Thank you. Peace. ~ Michael
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