Caregiving winds have changed their tune
to whistling brisk notes
like slapping cold water on my face the morning after
like piercing needles stinging my sweatered skin
blanketing the sound of crunching gravel under my well travelled shoes.
Over the crest of Springhill, the winds kick up a noisy fuss.
I walk on, in search of inspiration
I walk on with determination
to seek the shining steeples
in the distance
across the river
where faith lives.
9 comments:
Beautiful poem!
Welcome cz........thank you. Yes, I wrote it today after a long walk near my home
Hi K......thank you. I'm glad you liked it. I honestly never know if my poems work or not.....
BTW.....the shining steeples? I have had that picture in my head since I drove home through Quebec in the summer.....the shining steeples that dot the stretch from Quebec City to Riviere de Loup always fascinate me.....they are the centre of the villages and I always wonder about their history.
Ok Awareness, I have taken many Honours classes in poetry of all types and genres...that is beautiful! You give T.S. Eliot, Ezra Pound (The River Merchant's Wife- A letter is by far my favorite), Robert Frost and all the other greats a run for their money!!!!!
BEAUTIFUL!!!! I am going to print it out and put it on my desk and in my journal. I love it. Keep it up and I want to read more. You have just made poetry pretty again...for the longest time lately alot of poetry has been crap. You may want to consider submitting this to the Fiddlehead or something.
Great style and form, language and all the rest. Nice pic too. Did you take that on your walks? I love driving in Silverwood/Islandview because the view is so pretty.
Beautiful writing - "across the river where faith lives" I like that, always just visible, enough to draw us onwards... enough to keep us going. What a beautiful picture you have painted, thank you
sunny.....thank you for such high falootin' feedback. I'm speechless!
the photo I found on the internet. It is a picture of the area I was walking in, but it hardly does the vista justice. As you know, the area is much hillier and vibrant and the colour of the river yesterday morning was a regal blue. It was stunning really and I had the view all to myself. No matter how often I walk up there (which is where I want to build a home.......if I win the lottery and can convince the old farmer to sell me the property) I am blown away by the view. The sunsets are stunning.
I must enter this century and get myself a digital camera...I've been putting it off because I love my 35mm. but, I need to start taking photos that I can upload onto my blog.
Rainbow.....that line came to me while I was walking. In fact, I sat down on a "berm" by the cow pasture and wrote it down so I wouldn't lose it.....turned out the grass was soaking wet.....ah the things one does for creativity!!! hahahaha
Beautiful poem...I love the line where it says that I walk on with determination. A wonderful quality to possess.
For some strange reason this poem reminds me of 'Ever On' by Dan Fogelberg - the undercurrents dovetail beautifully
ps, Tupelo Honey by Van, now there's a song...
Here is the poem by Robert Frost that this poem reminded me of. As we discussed this poem is more structured while yours is more free flowing. Mr. Frost's poem is about suicide and being drawn towards that option rather than life and while yours isn't quite that bleak it gave me the same feeling of being torn or wanting to pursue one path but following another....very interesting.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
HI Barbara......walking with determination? Yes, I do! It was windy too, so I really had to walk with determination :)
Harbour........Ever On? Beautiful song.......It always reminded me of an Irish blessing.....for travellers. Thank you.......
Sunny.......I love that poem. I had no idea what the premise was behind the words. I thought he was just tired from walking! How deep am I? OK, don't answer that one. :)
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