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
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A painting I did years ago called Golden Fields but has a nice path in it
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Comments5
Beautiful write, may you find your soul and fortitude soon.
Beautiful painting as well.
I'm in a good place thanks
Excellent writing here. Hope you find all that you look for.
Thank you I appreciate the encouragement
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" 😀
Thanks I am not sure that I am done with this poem yet it's still calling me
So beautiful. So soft constructed. I loved to read you. Thanks for sharing. What a great poet you are.
Thank you Malu I love reading yours and others poems, it's very inspiring !
This is an absolute beauty, WL! Thank you for sharing it with us.
Thank you Louis
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