Poets’ Great Beyond

In journey to the wide expanse
beyond the realm of night
we tarry for a moment in this clime

We pause to write a poem
plant a garden, and on a warm June day
we dream

Here a pine tree, there a maple
each nodding in their conversation
with the breeze

Their wisdom far exceeds
our comprehension, their dreams
we can’t conceive

but even in this sluggard mind of mine,
it comes to me this summer day
as sun splashes

through the window where I sit
that in spite of all the stumbles
that we make

we glory in the destination.
No doubt we’ll find a pen
and ink pot waiting.

 

 

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4 thoughts on “Poets’ Great Beyond

  1. I believe there will be plenty to write on those golden shores beyond the realm of night. Yes, I believe we will find an ink pot waiting. And even better, we’ll have unfettered sight and mind and heart and body to finally write our lines as we’ve always wanted: with absolute freedom. I can’t wait for the day. Thanks for this reminder.

  2. “I believe there will be plenty to write on those golden shores ”

    Yes! It’s an exciting prospect!

    Thanks for the visit and for the uplifting comment..

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