We chose this way, encouraged by friends and
Others we have loved, tempted by the twists
And turns and trees bent to breaking with the
Weight of low-slung fruit just beyond our reach.
We marvelled how we kept our footing on
Such uneven ground, loose stones tricksy in
Mottled shadows cast by glorious sun,
Our stumbles rare and slight and shrugged away.
We listened with rapt attention to the
Birdsong, heard anew with mystery and
A mad sense of joyous discovery,
Of seeing new things and playing new games.
For the first time we told our stories with
Pride, that we might show the wisdom in our
Choices and the beauty of a journey
That could be theirs if only they dare, too.
Old, quiet hankerings drowned in the din
Of new excitements, of plans and chances:
The challenge to us to live differently
Our rapturous love and earnest desires.
Now, we wonder what lay down other paths,
What beauty we might have happened upon
And claimed had we believed in ourselves -
Trusted in that arrogance of brash youth.
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
