Standing Barefoot on Rocky GroundA Poem by Harlon Rivers
The 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
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
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
© 2012 Harlon Rivers
The Cascade Foothills, OR
AboutAfter 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..
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