Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
A Tempest on the horizon. Heading our way. Invisible to the blind, unheard by the deaf, hidden by others.
By Katie 3 years ago in Poets
Be the mountain, Imagine in yourself the strength, the will, the patience, of a mountain. Imagine the presence that a mountain exerts,
At some point in the past, a small piece of rock was nudged, pulled from it’s orbit somewhere beyond Mars. Some unseen gravitational force seizing it.
I find solace in solitude, my quiet runs alone, talking to none, but myself. How odd really to contemplate oneself
Occasionally On a rare day, when the weather’s right and the body’s willing a run will turn into something more.
With profound support, I have entered into a new era of my life. An era of self discovery, a time of completeness.
I closed my eyes and slipped my skin, like vapor I floated. There was no resistance, such as would be felt from water.
Should I mourn the child that I was? Should I look back in dismay at the naive innocence of my youth?
Why as humans have we come to this, a denying a turning away a tamping down of our emotions.
I looked into her eyes and saw my future, laid out before me like a river, flowing deep and wide. With a dark turbulence,
An old barn, devoid of paint, doors askew. The weight of many winters heavy on it’s timbers. Home to pigeons and mice.
A lingering twilight, descending into night, a casual breeze bringing a suspicious mist. Of an unknown origin, it carries a spell,