Standing Barefoot on Rocky GroundA Poem by Harlon RiversThe winds of change are blowing as I walk warily over the long rocky pathway...There's something in the ethereal air that leaves my soul unsettled, grasping for an evocative stability that eludes me..
Come walk with me a mile... Walk on without our burden’s weighty shoes, warily trudging over the long
rocky pathway of a lifetime in my soul,
a final liberating voyage to
freedom. The winds of change are
blowing briskly as we walk charily over the
long rock-strewn passageway. I shed these boots and skin, no longer
fitting my scared, blistered and calloused
soles. As time has slowly passed the pebbled passage has evolved
from two ways into one-way jagged forage…
Standing barefooted and naked
on rocky ground, dark sunken sleepless eyes
scan the rolling vista view as the wind blows dust from the halo around the sun blurring the delicate wispy cirrus
clouds. The sun’s radiance paints frozen
ice crystals into a vivid aura of prisms’ glittering corona
of rainbows around the
closest of solar stars. There's something in the
ethereal air that leaves my soul
unsettled, grasping for an evocative stability that eludes me...
The pain and suffering has vanished as if the body and soul have separated, numbness from severed nerves sharp reflection on serrated
edges, deadened useless flesh cut to the bone by misjudging obstacles once
too often. The barefooted soul travels on, suffused in the solar rainbow dust yearning, longing to saunter above and beyond the feathery
pillows of cumulus clouds finally resting at
peace. Dipping the numbed toes and
heart’s lesions into a healing bath of stardust...
An unfinished life of an open ended dream reluctantly waking to take the last
and final steps timidly taken alone. A long and winding rocky journey’s end draws near as the halo around the moon illuminates understanding of
pending imminent soulful rain. The shower of tears that shall
mourn the loss of body as the soul
lives on, eternally, barefooted, naked
and free like the dust in the wind at last... © 2012 Harlon RiversFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorHarlon RiversThe Cascade Foothills, ORAboutAfter joining the writer’s cafe on March 28th of 2012 this “about me” space has been filled in numerous times as a life in motion seems like a never ending metamorphosis. In over.. more..Writing
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