I never knew what I was capable of,
until I began writing.
there are journeys we make
alone, into white space, we take
no destination, just the sun for muse
for with each step, our eyes awake
there are open skies we seekwide and deep waters beyond the creek
searching for our voice and words
learns the tongue, coarse with leeks
there are roads we rip and weep
alas, its not ours to keep
no matter how tight we cling, we slip
through rocky mountains, so steep
there are doors we keep closed
like books on shelf with a pressed rose
wild ideas, lover's touch, car trips,
we forget while eating our toast
there are doors we keep closed
like books on shelf with a pressed rose
wild ideas, lover's touch, car trips,
we forget while eating our toast
there are roads we empty of words
stretching far, they strike our chords
cleaving breasts, awakening muse
learns to wield pen like a sword
there are journeys we make
with each step, our eyes awake
with each step, our eyes awake
Author's Note: After one year of blogging, I still don't know where I am heading to except trying out new forms and blogging stuff that interest and challenge me. It has been a wonderful year and I am grateful to all of you who have supported and visited me with kindness and smiles.
and D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Tuesday
Poetry form: Rubiayat Quatrain- Persian verse composed of four lines in a stanza, with the rhyme scheme AABA. I added the last two lines :-) This is my second rubiayat quatrain - my first one is here - thanks to Samuel Peralta.
picture credit: here
