beautiful places (rework)

I have changed the format of this poem because I was not successful in creating the lines, choosing the words, so that it read seamlessly. So I have changed it free verse and added a little.

 

standing on the cold damp stones

paving the terrace of a remote old monastery

high on a mountain

in the middle of the island of Luzon,

I could see between the columns of fog

all the way to the China Sea.

I have seen red and blue spinnakers

furled out over the indigo sea

and dolphins arcing sleekly beside the ship’s wake.

I have walked the length of the battered concrete tunnel

on the island of Corregidor,

feeling the ghosts, the fear, the bravery

of nameless heroes.

I have watched from a Spanish land grant ranch

above Carmel

as a massive grey silken bank of fog

rolled over Monterey Bay and Point Lobos.

I have seen thunderstorms cling

to a red rock spire

in Monument Valley,

bolts of lightning stabbing at the tower.

I have seen wild horses

running with dust devils

in the sage covered Nevada desert.

I have stood deep in the Ozark woods

as dawn broke and listened to the birds

gradually rousing to sing to the sun.

I have seen a flock of Canadian geese sweep

down in a long graceful arc

to land silently on estuary waters.

these beautiful things

have I seen on this lovely

Earth, and they do sustain me.

 

Author's Note

tell me if you like this format better.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Another wonderful spiritual piece. I like. I like. I like. So much beauty all around us.

[annie lee]

Thank you.