Roads of the mind

Dust covered roads wait
Patience the virtue for natures soul
steps blown clean after storms
cleaned slate watching the horizon
on these roads of the mind.
Peace calls on restless winds
carrying me back to school days
dreamless times spent knowing
there was always something more,
voices keep company in the midnight hour
as pens scratch across blank slates
spiral books filled and forgotten
as the words fell unheard, unseen.
Grasses grow beside lonely paths
and I never could make up my mind
to Frosts nature and pondering poems,
for my head resided amongst the stars above,
where no path stood
just wide open spaces of galaxies
and planets unknown to all
but the soul that remembers
below the conscious surface,
energy flows
always following
the road home to the heart.

21 thoughts on “Roads of the mind

  1. Happy Hump Day, Kim. Thank you. I’m in a peculiar place myself. I’m urging myself on, to get away from it, but I’m having some trouble. Peace to you and such big hugs. ❤

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  2. thanks Tre, I’m glad you enjoyed it, been in an odd place lately but just letting it flow and releasing the thoughts as they come 🙂 hugs my friend and happy Hump day. Stay cool ❤

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  3. You could have said only this:

    “Grasses grow beside lonely paths
    and I never could make up my mind
    to Frosts nature and pondering poems,
    for my head resided amongst the stars above,
    where no path stood
    just wide open spaces of galaxies
    and planets unknown to all
    but the soul that remembers”

    And, that would’ve been complete. That bit is utterly astounding, Kim. Beautiful poem.

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  4. The statement about spiral books, filled and forgotten, touched me. It makes me want to go back and look at some of those notebooks from long ago that are buried in the depths of my parents’ basement…

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