(not poetry--just an excuse)
Life is like war these days.
House renovation work
for one room floor renovation
on time, energy and material resource
when kitchen issue demanded
faucet, sink, countertop & re-wiring.
Still in the middle of both.
And it's good to wake up in the dream-state
for a sleep reprieve
when we can catch a few hours.
Soul travelin', love
and divine connection
keep us going.
Hope to get back to
the lighter side of a poet's life
when the battle lets up.
Friday, September 08, 2006
...still reveling in the peace and inspiration of the visit last week.
Ridge Trail Song
On Walden Pond
I walked the Ridge Trail west.
There reflecting pallettes gold and green
and emerald in its depths --
Blue and gilled and feathered chatter,
Skipping rocks; and rest on mossy stone
The sight and sound a thrill to soul
that mortals cannot own.
I hold this sense-crescendo in a silent song
the tint and hush of which the echo is a wish
That trees and water always cleanse the earth
of mine and other human faults.
With love and reverence on the path 'round Walden Pond
Soul Journey is the walk and Ridge Trail Song.