I’m climbing a mountain,
my whole life a spur to the top.
At the moment it feels slow going
I’m afraid to slowdown and stop.
Looking back I see many detours,
mistaken when faith grew weak.
When the way seemed easier,
or so I thought, until the
trail led me back to seek,
the true path to the crown,
to the summit, where every
breath is now thin and frail.
Reaching the pinnacle of life’s
desire, to achieve flight, not to
plummet and thereby fail.
Posted in About Life..., Achievements, Choice, Growth, Identity, Interpretation, Realisation, Self Knowledge, Soul Searching, Thoughts, Transformation
Tagged Achievements, Choice, Growth, Identity, Interpretation, Knowledge, Learning, Life, Life Changes, self knowledge, Soul Searching
I bid thee good day, traveller
art thou sorely in need of a drink?
Doth thy bones feel tired and weary
craving a soft bed in which to sink?
Thy journey seemed fraught, endless,
a personal quest, a memory gone.
Please rest, sit and take repast
’tis a while since I aided anyone.
Hearth ‘n home I freely offer
a welcome to tarry ‘til daybreak
but a word to the wise I proffer
answer no knocks, for pity’s sake.
There be one who’s soul is restless,
she roams about in search of peace,
pray ignore her pleas and entreaties
LadyP will bend thy ear ‘n never cease.
this came to me last night, sleepless, as a dreamscape, a story in a story. I just enjoyed the darkness of it. xx
Posted in Fantasy, Journey, Narrative Poem, Quest, Realisation, Shadows, Sleep, Travel, Warning
Tagged Fantasy, journey, Narrative Poem, Realisation, Shadows, Warning
You dread such moments,
your brain is not your own,
all thoughts seem alien and unreal,
you feel estranged from everyday life,
sans ability to express what you feel.
for times such as these,
nothing at all you can do
for being a wordsmith is your whole life
without that talent, what are you?
Yet there remains a hope
a thin line of chance,
Posted in About Life..., Awareness, Balance, Penpusher, Poem, Questioning, Realisation, Self Doubt, Weakness, Words
Tagged Awareness, Balance, Life, Penpusher, Perception, Poem, Questioning, Self Doubt, Words, Wordsmith
I put my key into the lock
but found it wouldn’t budge,
the door it seemed
to snigger as if it
bore a grudge.
I fiddled ‘n I jiggled
then resorted to a kick,
but that didn’t help at all
only left me feeling sick.
’Twas then the door
sneered at me
as it’s long
It was not
the door, or the key,
I was in the wrong world…
Posted in Dimension, Door, Fantasy, Imagination, Key, Lock, Mystery, Poem, Realisation, Whimsical
Tagged Dimension, Door, Fantasy, Imagination, Key, Lock, Mystery, Poem, Whimsical