Meadows of Distance

Image courtesy of texashighways.com

https://amanpan.com/2021/06/03/eugis-weekly-prompt-meadows-june-3-2021/

The meadows between here and there,

an impediment now,

like the roads, sky, cities.

I’ve no time, no time

to appreciate the colorful heads of wildflowers

or any verdant greens of tall roadside grasses,

or swaying graceful golds of fields.

All these measuring meadows of distance—

           Sky, road, cities, fields–

meadows of separation,

meadows of longing,

meadows of want—

           should know a burnless flame        

 

Washed

At the Beach – Image by KL Caley

https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2021/06/03/writephoto-beach/#like-5743

( An older poem written in 2015 while in Provincetown, MA.  Revised for this week’s writephoto challenge.)

At sunrise over water,

        Remembering as if in a dream  

The child and you and me

As we stood by a sea

Half a world away.

Both of you now baptized differently by my tears.

 

And for and from you,

I am left with things neither given

Nor felt in years,

 Linked by all the fears

To form over a decade of a life

Lived like a stranger

In my own shrinking skin.

 

I have stood

Since the dawn

At this ocean’s edge

Waiting, waiting.

And now at noon

The rain begins.

Fierce pelting blows

Washing me clean

Of all I know

Or dare to dream.

 

For living continues

Within my own skin

 

Dawn

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Clouds drift in night’s sky,

Stretching,

As if yearning,

To touch the horizon,

Dawn yet hours away–

She neither “walks in beauty

Like the night” as Byron wrote

Nor does she stand upon a scallop shell

Riding the sea foam to shore

As Botticelli painted—

     No, nothing so over done

Simply, she rises, flaming

Over the desert mountains.