A seemingly familiar road
winding along the cliff above the sea,
waves below cresting in welcoming rhythm.
Ahead, the meadow bathed in colors of the sunset
gulls in formation swoop by in congruous assurance.
The cat draped across my neck, one paw on my cheek.
The dog sleeping alongside me, trusting my purpose.
Accumulations of a decade overflowing the backseat
a soft click and a different disc begins to play--
melodious heartbreak simulating mine.
The gravel and shell driveway crunches under the tires.
There, a garden of wild roses competing with geraniums,
an ancient apple tree, now fruitless, but holding firm.
The scent of the sea, mingled with flora welcome me.
Yanking the "For Sale" sign out of the ground
I toss it face down into the storage shed
and see through the mist of my pain
the setting sun and I know,
tomorrow it will rise
on a brand-new day.
You give us sight, sound, and emotion all beautifully combined to leave one quite choked up. A beautiful place, perfect for starting over again. A most enjoyable write! Hugs, Elizabeth
Marcia,
Change, renewal, a new start all beautifully evoked and realised through movement, sound, vision....gravel and shell crunch, roses and geraniums, the meadow at sunset, the scent of the sea...leading to that fine positive ending, a brand-new day. Excellent!
John
Oh! to have such cottage...to look out to the seas and talk to the arriving waves...to feel young again...to have the head of a loyal dog resting on my feet...to see the summer breeze playfully disarraying the hairdo of laughing girls...to live in that cottage and paint the image of things that nobody see...
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Karen
hugs, Myrna
Change, renewal, a new start all beautifully evoked and realised through movement, sound, vision....gravel and shell crunch, roses and geraniums, the meadow at sunset, the scent of the sea...leading to that fine positive ending, a brand-new day. Excellent!
John
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