WL Schuett

The Path

I travel down a path 

worn to the quick with 

the memory that 

when I was young I believed 

many times I've looked down this path 

many times I've taken this path 

this path that leads to profound silence 

I was not truths equal 

I embrace that now 

 

when the lilacs bloom 

and the willows bend 

when the path fades out 

and the river ends 

 

when the rustle of warm air 

overthrows a melancholy night 

and dances along the river 

in a blue moon light 

 

trying to out pace my fears 

trying to find myself again 

the melding of soul and fortitude 

someday maybe I say ...

but not today

 

 

 

 

 

Comments5

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful write, may you find your soul and fortitude soon.
    Beautiful painting as well.

    • WL Schuett

      I'm in a good place thanks

    • Accidental Poet

      Excellent writing here. Hope you find all that you look for.

      • WL Schuett

        Thank you I appreciate the encouragement

      • Brycycle

        Brilliant poem! I absolutely love when you said "when the lilacs bloom
        and the willows bend
        when the path fades out
        and the river ends" 😀

        • WL Schuett

          Thanks I am not sure that I am done with this poem yet it's still calling me

        • malubotelho

          So beautiful. So soft constructed. I loved to read you. Thanks for sharing. What a great poet you are.

          • WL Schuett

            Thank you Malu I love reading yours and others poems, it's very inspiring !

          • Louis Gibbs

            This is an absolute beauty, WL! Thank you for sharing it with us.

            • WL Schuett

              Thank you Louis



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