Poems. Prayers & Promises

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

Journey

How I love the long winding road
That snaked between dry stone walls across the moors,
Golden shadows restless in the breeze
And dance in the forgotten refuge of loneliness.

Now I remember the dark, chilling place
With rolled up sleeves, a fierce resolve
That the journey on all I have staked
Should find my soul finally at peace.

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Written for Poetry Jam

14 comments:

  1. wonderful little piece alan...rather fond of the long winding road myself...to arrive at the end with the soul finally at peace...that is def the real prize....

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  2. I really love that opening sentence - I draws me right in.

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  3. Me three! That first stanza really could stand alone as a poem.

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  4. Nice imagery and contrast between the first and second stanzas.

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  5. Your poem reminds me of the lovely and solitary treks I've had in the UK ... wonderful memories, lovely poetry.

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  6. This has a meditative feel to it, Alan. Nice!

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  7. I like the opening stanza in particular, Alan. I can picture the winding road through the moors. (I remember being quite excited to actually experience a moor when visiting England--books always made them sound so mysterious!) Glad you found your soul at peace.

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  8. A peaceful soul might well remember when life was a struggle and how his faith and persistence led to the present joy. Thank you for this nd for visiting my blog today.

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  9. Thank you all for your kind words, they are so encouraging.

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  10. this poem reels us in like fish on a line....great lines too!
    Have a great week.

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  11. lovely and prose-like. i enjoy how the first line keeps the road open, as if our lives can lead us anywhere...nice read!

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  12. A wonderful adventure when it ends in peace.

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  13. Lovely imagery ... yes, that first stanza is a poem in itself :)

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  14. This is wonderful ... two journeys - one bucolic and the other a 'forced march' toward solace. This is great Alan!

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