Light from the Moon

Photo by Tony Detroit on Unsplash

Linking with  Toni's wonderful Wed Muse ~ Harvest Moon

"We ran as if to meet the moon." —Robert Frost

I feel you watch me

Following me down the path

Though immense miles apart

We are connected by a certain attraction

It is the empty places you fill

When I look at you

You give a warmth

Through the light of your being

And you guide me in the right direction

Time and time again.

Directions Not Included

photo by Steven Kelly

 

The Mag #183

 

 

"Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose direction and begin to bend."

  ~Walter Savage Landor

 

Sometimes I am rough like an old highway that is in desperate need of repair

 

and I am stagnant like a puddle where there is no light to bring a glare.

 

At times I am tattered like a worn hem on a dress no one will sew

 

and I am meager like a garden where a careless gardener never goes.

 

At times I am lost like a sparrow that has never built it's nest

 

and I am lonely like a boring hostess that will never have a guest.

 

Sometimes I am empty like a pew where the minister shall not preach

 

and full of dust like antique furniture hidden beneath white sheets.

 

At times my focus is for naught like an unused telescope on a starlit night

 

and I am vacant like a building that it too damaged for someone to buy.

 

 In this life there are no road signs to truly guide the way ahead

 

and purpose can get lost if we drive like our foot is made of led.

 

So slow down and pay attention don't miss the turn you were meant to make

 

for no one else can do it for you, it's a maneuver that only you can make.

 

 

A Thousand Directions

Magpie #50

Life is a thicket of choices

a thousand roads leading towards

and directing away

from where I stand

a thousand books and road signs

pointing, but for life there is no map

the exact distance between

where I am and that place I could have been

is a jagged branch I could never truly climb

for the winds of regret only sway us

and serve to waste our time.

Also linking with Poetry Jam

Each day is an opportunity to travel back into tomorrow's past and change it. 

~Robert Brault