Listening to the gentle sound of water trickling over rocks Going in different directions Every bump Every twist and turn Slowly Quickly Forever changing its course as the stones wear down with age
Today the river smelled of him Reminding her of their life He had taken her through whitewater Gasping for air at every bump Reaching heights only to splash hard on the down Exhilarating Backbreaking Numbing
The bare trees Now stripped of their leaves Naked and alone Waiting for new growth She understood as she struggled to maintain dignity in the aftermath of his raging rapids She waits In a holding pattern
OctPowriMo - The prompt today is Who am I? I actually wrote and posted this poem in the summer. I am rebloggong it as it fits today's prompt perfectly.
Was I really flirting with danger? Should I have just let things slide? Eventually my cynicism would have won that battle Why had I even tried?
Impossible to communicate with you anymore but we needed to have that one important talk You lash out as always Don’t shoot the messenger You have already crippled me and I can no longer walk
Appreciating that solitary moment when quietness encircles your body like a warm blanket of comfort A feeling of peace and tranquility to soothe the weary soul
Kindness Gentleness Patience Peace Living in harmony In an ephemeral existence inside your being and taunted by desires and emotions
With clarity of mind the fruits of the spirit stare back, challenging Wild feelings alive yet to be harnessed Self-control and mastery necessary without which all others will be swept away
