Frank Prem

way poem #02: who knew the way

he caught the cloud
that flew too low
turned it around
and sent it out that way


he paused the wind
by holding his hands
before his eyes
then reached out
to turn it aside that way


he bent down low
his eye reflected
in the pond
smoothed each wrinkle
with a hand
that swept away


the fish and he
knew the flow undisturbed
though tempest raged
and that nothing need tremble
when it knew the way




  • Goldfinch60

    The way is always there ahead of us.

  • orchidee

    Good write Frank.

  • Louis Gibbs

    A well written reflection of inner peace, Frank. Kudos!

  • Fay Slimm

    Such food for thought in these interesting lines Frank - - I love the two final lines which sum up the depth of your chosen subject.

    • Frank Prem

      Thank you Fay. The 'Way' poems adopted their own voice - wise and soothing. I find it interesting that the subject shapes itself in this way. Personally, I feel less wise and less assured.

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