I wrote a poem while traveling across the states. I’m in Arizona now and once I can figure out how to post these photos I will update on my travels.
Right now I’m in the White Mountains. It’s interesting because my family is from this area. I sense… something. Its this strange and wonderful feeling of being closer to a soul I had lost many years ago.
Please enjoy my small bit of poetry. It is part of my Intermission Poetry Collection. I plan on definitely publishing this poetry book by the end of the year. It will end with poetry I write in the mountains.
At the end of this post I’ll place a song that always makes me feel a cry is about to start, but waits at the top of my throat. It waits because I slowly smile, thinking that life goes on in a very different way than what we plan.
Here’s the poem:
Oh, If I Could…
Oh, if I could tell of wonderous tales
That would change an entire world
To see the oddest and strangest things around
That spy from behind the wall or tree
Oh, if I could share the visions
Of life past and present and to be
Or, perhaps not to be
Because when I see the wonderous worlds
Of tales to be told
They fade so quickly
Back into the walls and the trees
And the leaves and the ground
They run back to the past
They stand in the maw
And they never come back in the future
Because they are never again called
Oh, if I could tell of wonderous things
Oh, if I could tell you exactly what I see
You’d think me daft
You’d think me crazy
But I tell you that when they are here
They speak
And what they say can be heard loudly
To the grounds that quake
To the sky that transparently shimmers
To the seas of old and new foam built
Turbulent then calmed, heights or down low
Oh, if you could see the wonders, I see
You’d be just like me
Half daft and truly crazy
~FIN~
And that was the poem. Please like and follow. Let me know your thoughts.
I am finally seeing my son smile and that makes this trip worth everything.
Here’s a sweet song by Chima:
Please enjoy the rest of your day and week. I hope you all find what you seek and search for in this life.
Love you Gracie! 🙂 ❤
the unlit cigarette 