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Poetry and Writings

WANDERING


WANDERING

S.JENSEN © 2018

FLICKERING SHIMMERING

REFLECTIONS

OF A MERE SECOND

FLASH

HOVERING AROUND

THEN GONE

IN THE GREY

I WALKED

TO SEE

THE FOG IS STRONG

AND SPEARS

LINE THE GROUND

GREENS AND CRACKED

DRY DIRT

MIX ALONG THE PATH

SMOKE OF FIRE

EMBERS LEAVE

THE TRAIL

OF BATTLE

LOOKING UP

TO SEE

THE SKY

BLUE AND CLOUDED

STILL IN ITS

GRACES

MOVING PASSED

THAT SPACE

WHERE ONCE

BUILDINGS STOOD

NO LONGER THERE

ASHES

AND DUST

THEN FORWARD

THROUGH THE SNOW

SOME PARTS

MELTED SOME NOT

THE BROKEN

BRIDGE STANDS

AND I SEE THE

TEMPLE THERE

STILL STANDING

STILL WITH

SUN BEHIND IT

SHINING

EDGES FRAYED

OF TAPESTRIES

LEFT TO THE WIND

DOORS OPEN

NOT AS USUAL

NO ONE AROUND

I REACH OUT

TO CROSS

THAT NOW BROKEN

BRIDGE

KNOWING

I AM NOT ALLOWED

BUT I CAN

SEE IT

I CAN FEEL IT

AND I CAN

CRY…

IN MY SILENCE

WAY OF WHO

I AM

AND WHAT COST

IT HAS BEEN

FOR CENTURIES

LOST

TO THE HALLS

OF JOY AND LAUGHTER

OF MEAD

AND

STRONG WORDS

OF THE PIT

OF FIGHTERS

TESTING THEIR SKILLS

AND THE BURNING

HEARTH

IN THE CENTER

SCORCHED WOOD

SMELL RINGS

IN MY NOSE

AS I CROSS

THE FROZEN RIVER

BELOW

AND CLIMB

THE SIDE

WALKING IN

TO THE DOORS

A FLICKERING

DIM LIGHT SHINES

ON THE OTHER

SIDE

I SEE IT

AND WALK TO IT

PASSING THE

BROKEN BENCHES

AND TABLES

AND WARES ALL ABOUT

SEEING THE

THRONE

I WALK TO IT

EMPTY AS IT IS

WITH ONE

BURNING CENSOR

LEFT STILL LIT

I KNOW NOW

AND WONDER

HOW LONG

WILL IT REMAIN

EMPTY

KNEELING ON

THE CUSHION

IN FRONT OF IT

I LAY MY HEAD

TO THE STEPS

AND LET OUT

A LOUD CRY

I WILL BE BACK

I WILL BE BACK

TOO LATE

BUT I AM BACK

THE SEAL IS STILL

THERE ON THE GIANT

OAK BEHIND

THE THRONE

I SEE A SMALL CRACK

BUT ITS STILL HOLDING

AND SO I FIND

THE RED MARKING

AND LOOK FOR

MY TEMPERED JAR

AND BRUSH

ITS NOT THE SAME

BUT IT IS ALL

I HAVE

AND I FILL THE HOLE

SO THE CRACK IS

COVERED

AND I FIND A FUR

ON A BENCH

MOVE IT TO THE

TREE

AND LAY THERE

BELOW IT

AND FALL ASLEEP

WHEN I AWAKE

I AM BACK HOME

IT STILL IS IN MY MIND

THIS MORNING

AS I WAS WAKING

I HEARD

A SONG

AS IF FROM A CAR

FAR FAR FAR AWAY

ONE I HAVE

NOT HEARD

AND THEN AS SOON

AS I HEARD IT

I WAS NO LONGER

THERE

BUT HERE

AND BEGAN MY DAY

IN A SOLEMN

QUIETNESS.

MY DREAMS...


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