More
often than not, the most important journeys require a few trips along the way.
Upward Found
At times I wonder
what I’ve missed,
For tangles I can’t
yet untwist.
I’d like to leave the
fight behind,
Rest on cloud nine
and clear my mind.
Tranquility still
tops my list.
A kid at heart, I’ll
keep my kicks.
In open space, I hit
the bricks.
A sojourn sweet
beneath the sky
May raise my face and
lift my eye.
God knows there is no
easy fix.
Alas, the path is
long and hard.
The way is rocky,
steep, and charred.
To trudge the road
beneath a load
Does bend the
shoulders; pains explode.
And yet the journey’s
worth each yard.
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson
This poem was posted
in response to these prompts:
Five-Minute
Friday: “slow”
Mad Kane
Humor Blog: “list” or “enlist” (LIMERICK)
Meme
Express: “on cloud nine”
Simply
Snickers: “keep,” “kicks” and “kid”
Thursday
Challenge: “open space” (I)
Writer’s
Workshop: “fight”
Image/s:
Public domain photo - Pixabay
Just beautiful.
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