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Settling journeys
Darling Dawn arose
looking about what way
She had come
the raft had carried Her ashore
made of bark, twine and time
a shirt from Her back for a sail
the journey had been choppy seas
full of life's expectancy
She tried tying prismatic bows
to the soles of her feet
they would fray as jagged stones
had their way ripping them undone
Her knees bent keeping the path clean
scratching deep as clawing wore thin
She resolved to build a craft
One She could dream
As One She could be
She melded Her pain and misery
standing on the banks
gazing out to life and breeze
culling on Her creation
bleeding, such salted exhaustion
peering as a waif, left unsung
with fortunes denied nor humble home
Her hands ached as heart tied strength
binding the raft on which She could flee
She pushed out, floating amidst seagull
whales and brink, ever thinking
fearing the edge of distant vision
falling asleep as She floated on
under glistening setting sun
dreamed of laughter and once upon
through the night this misted time
ignited the spark aflame to the dark
hope was Hers if only in dream
She, a light a beacon to sea
Then came the bump
to Her settled head waking Her up
to new found land
She the conqueror quest trekker
stood, as a warrior She now knew
looking about what way
She had come
the raft had carried Her ashore
made of bark, twine and time
a shirt from Her back for a sail
the journey had been choppy seas
full of life's expectancy
She tried tying prismatic bows
to the soles of her feet
they would fray as jagged stones
had their way ripping them undone
Her knees bent keeping the path clean
scratching deep as clawing wore thin
She resolved to build a craft
One She could dream
As One She could be
She melded Her pain and misery
standing on the banks
gazing out to life and breeze
culling on Her creation
bleeding, such salted exhaustion
peering as a waif, left unsung
with fortunes denied nor humble home
Her hands ached as heart tied strength
binding the raft on which She could flee
She pushed out, floating amidst seagull
whales and brink, ever thinking
fearing the edge of distant vision
falling asleep as She floated on
under glistening setting sun
dreamed of laughter and once upon
through the night this misted time
ignited the spark aflame to the dark
hope was Hers if only in dream
She, a light a beacon to sea
Then came the bump
to Her settled head waking Her up
to new found land
She the conqueror quest trekker
stood, as a warrior She now knew
Published 29th Jun 2013
| Edited 30th Jun 2013
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29th Jun 2013 11:40pm
The journey of life is never easy as depicted in this poem:-)an imagery indeed, Soul. Good read!
29th Jun 2013 11:41pm
30th Jun 2013 00:42am
Gosh! Don't know why her journey caused my eyes to tear up! This piece embodies strength and courage! What a beautiful story, Soul! Told magnificently....
Xoxo
Xoxo
30th Jun 2013 00:47am
Touched-I thank You Dear Rain-many warriors here kind One!!!
Always happy to see You!!!
Always happy to see You!!!
Anonymous
30th Jun 2013 3:25am
Your analogies are incredible and crafted well to tell the story soul...
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1st Jul 2013 8:28pm
Though there are many places that could be the setting for your words, when I read them and look at the picture my mind thinks of South or Central America. This is a real attention grabber!
1st Jul 2013 9:34pm
Thanks a lot Jazz-Greatly appreciated!!!
well...there weren't many self-made "raft" pics...that fit the work...most were inflatables...
well...there weren't many self-made "raft" pics...that fit the work...most were inflatables...
1st Jul 2013 9:07pm
Stunning imagery:
Her hands ached as heart tied strength
binding the raft on which She could flee
She pushed out, floating amidst seagull
whales and brink, ever thinking
fearing the edge of distant vision
:D
Her hands ached as heart tied strength
binding the raft on which She could flee
She pushed out, floating amidst seagull
whales and brink, ever thinking
fearing the edge of distant vision
:D
1st Jul 2013 9:35pm
Anonymous
3rd Jul 2013 7:22pm
The journey through life includes many transformations, sometimes we shed our skins, beautiful alchemy of words, Soul!
3rd Jul 2013 8:05pm
