Mind on a Wander
I
I go for walks before daylight
Over mountains
Through the valleys
To watch the dawn fade out of night
Through the great uncharted nowhere
To find a place
Of quiet peace
Where morning mist, floats cool in air
Where trees stir whispers in their leaves
The secret words
Of ancient times
Spoke only to those who believe
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Tom Thomson (1877-1917), The Jack Pine,
1916 (detail), Wikimedia Commons.
II
Deep in solitude, unbroken
In one endless
Moment passing
I would pray with words unspoken
For those who sleep forgotten dreams
Who mourn the loss
Of what they held
Who live where desperation screams
For ones who live for endless war
Who sign with blood
Of younger ones
Their creed of death and greed for more
III
Is there a place deep in your soul
Where dreams are kept
Safe out of sight?
While you play in another's role
Is there a candle light of hope
You keep in sight
Inside the dark?
Where is the strength you find to cope?
Do you have moments when you see
Beyond the wall
You built around
To where the dreams, you dream are free?
IV
But I would lead these thoughts away
To listen to
The silence speak
To watch the trees begin to sway
To stand alone in morning's light
Between the trees
Beside the lake
To wonder if somehow I might
Bring back a measure of this place
To share with ones
Who might feel lost
Who need to know the mist's embrace
~~
JD Shirk, 2023
Deep in solitude, unbroken
In one endless
Moment passing
I would pray with words unspoken
For those who sleep forgotten dreams
Who mourn the loss
Of what they held
Who live where desperation screams
For ones who live for endless war
Who sign with blood
Of younger ones
Their creed of death and greed for more
III
Is there a place deep in your soul
Where dreams are kept
Safe out of sight?
While you play in another's role
Is there a candle light of hope
You keep in sight
Inside the dark?
Where is the strength you find to cope?
Do you have moments when you see
Beyond the wall
You built around
To where the dreams, you dream are free?
IV
But I would lead these thoughts away
To listen to
The silence speak
To watch the trees begin to sway
To stand alone in morning's light
Between the trees
Beside the lake
To wonder if somehow I might
Bring back a measure of this place
To share with ones
Who might feel lost
Who need to know the mist's embrace
~~
JD Shirk, 2023
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Love the structure of the poem, the chosen poem form. 8/4/4/8 syllable line count; every 3 stanzas are numbered, I like this because it breaks the poem into manageable bites, chapters, for the reader. In the poem, the poet, is sharing with the reader what was done, "I go for walks ..." and so on ... searching for what one hopes to find ... in a natural undisturbed left alone habitate. Praying with words unspoken, love this statement and wonder how this is done, perhaps just by being there is prayer. Seems some souls are void of any light, only darkness. Unable to find a flint to spark a light, perhaps have given up looking, or have other things on their mind ... thoughts other then light, only darkness (?). Beautiful poem which is also a prayer. Prayers/thoughts manifest what we desire most ... 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊
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