Wide Lands

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by loneland, Apr 22, 2014.

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  1. loneland

    loneland Member

    Dark, broad skies,
    veiled light illuminates
    every blade of wiry grass,
    every wooden fissure,
    every contour of the hills.

    The broken hump
    in the grassy tide
    lost in a vast canvas
    of wind and color
    is my grandmother
    laying in the field.

    I follow a trail
    of traces in the grass,
    a sign, an old dwelling place.

    The path lingers on
    to sudden holes
    and pits,
    up slow hills,
    until I'm lost in the wide sky
    where the land ends.

    Though they falter
    my legs persist
    and the wooden bones
    she left behind, scattered
    lead me on
    to ever more wild places.
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    wow hun love your poem what journey it take one on
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