At Peace

At Peace

A Poem by Zoe Richardson
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Something from the vaults of yesteryear

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It was a time when I could feel beyond

My own intelligence

One or two AM

I sat on the brow of that mountain

The wind tangling my hair

In its hurry from the north

On either side of me the forgotten remnants

Of a summer garden

Dillweed, goldenrod, marigold

Withered and dried by encroaching autumn


Trees lifted unburdened arms skyward

Struggling to remain erect

The grass smelled acrid, burned

By the first frosts

A cold, pungent, dead-earth smell

Treetops making a jagged edge slope

Toward a switchboard city

Thousands seeking comfort in the glow

None of them knowing I sat above them all

In the stillness with a thousand memories

Of you and I discovering this rocky overhang

Beneath the warmth of summer stars

I knew I was alone now

 

The wind changed suddenly, blowing the

Clouds closer together

Bringing a mist of early morning rain

I let the droplets sink into my hair

Waiting for the darkest hour to come

And leave me waiting with my memories

There were no stars anywhere

In the sky

 

And it was beautiful.


-Zoe Richardson

 


© 2022 Zoe Richardson


Author's Note

Zoe Richardson
I wrote this so long ago, on the cusp of true madness. I think it captures the dichotomy that fractured my mind before I knew it existed and the loneliness of the separation of self from sanity.

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This is truly beautiful and I thoroughly enjoyed the entirety. Sanity is a relative concept. Foolishness to some is salvation to others. 1 Corinthians 1:23 But that is only one Biblical example. Mark 3:21 says the family and friends of Jesus thought He was insane. But those called to no longer be part of this world are often esteemed crazy by those who don't have or hear the same calling. There's an old saying about marching to the beat of a different drum which probably comes from this writing by Thoreau, "If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.” That, being so recognized, I would not deem "insanity" but rather clarity and purpose and being true to self as Shakespeare's character Polonius advises his son Laertes in Hamlet. If we cannot depend upon an intellect greater than our own, whether it be found in nature or scripture or in the wise words of a loving father, I fear that not only our intellect but our salvation (both physical and spiritual) may be at risk. Paul was once told by Festus that his great learning had driven him mad. So it is, that insanity may be an entirely relative concept. But I sincerely wish you peace, love and light. Highest marks on this wonderful piece of writing. Bless, F.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Zoe Richardson

3 Months Ago

I absolutely love your musings on sanity. Visionaries and rebels and great minds are often thought t.. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

3 Months Ago

I wish that all women and men could speak and be heard. Opinions are generally formed from experienc.. read more
Zoe Richardson

3 Months Ago

As will I! How hard it is, in today's society, to say, "I respect your right to your opinion," even .. read more
For you, it spoke to a dark place in your psyche. For me, it conjures words from my past. Words that once spoke of a love taken from me by a senseless death. And yet, there is the solace of Nature. She does not judge. To her best ability, she offers only silent acceptance and often great beauty.

Posted 4 Months Ago


M. J. Smith

3 Months Ago

You are most welcome. My thoughts are shaped by time spent on the road when I was younger. I truly w.. read more
Zoe Richardson

3 Months Ago

I was something of a drifter in spirit if not in actual practice. I moved several times, packing up .. read more
M. J. Smith

3 Months Ago

I settled, started a family. But I still miss the road.
This made me think of the beautiful light of the city at night and how it diffuses the stars. And how emptying our minds in poetic meditation and being one with the stillness allows our vision to see past the stars into our minds.

Bill

Posted 4 Months Ago


Zoe Richardson

4 Months Ago

Or allows madness to creep in. I was 19, sitting alone in the darkness on the side of a mountain in .. read more
If only the faults of my yesteryears were as productive and phenomenally executed as this! It shines with such a brilliance, like diamond glints of snow. I love the way you write, and the way it makes me feel!

Posted 4 Months Ago


Zoe Richardson

4 Months Ago

Awww! I am humbled by your kindness and praise. I wrote this so long ago and then promptly hid it, t.. read more
A wonderful journey in the poetry dear Zoe. I like to wake-up at 4 am. Find a quiet spot near the lake or the nearby river. It is cool to watch the morning re-born. Hello dear friend and good morning from cold and chilly Michigan. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 4 Months Ago


Zoe Richardson

4 Months Ago

I've always been an early riser. I like the peace and solitude. Both are balms to a frenetic mind. I.. read more
Coyote Poetry

3 Months Ago

I love your work dear Zoe.

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Added on February 26, 2022
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Tags: Poetry, Nature, Autumn, Fall, Thoughts

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Zoe Richardson
Zoe Richardson

Cordova, AL



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Alabama native. Poet and storyteller and all around word nerd. I practice random acts of insanity because the world needs some shaking up. more..

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