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a walk anew into this new life at 40 yet another new neighborhood is in view here, there are farms rife and my hand was theirs the grass chewed by three cows munching cattails tall the sacred trees silhouetted in the shadowed setting the black of my understanding falling upon them the sky still aglow with my waning passion that greet me home, in steps and, for but a moment, I was a friend of all I walked into a plum tree ripe with ignored wealth they almost say "please" as I walk on, fast my supper long past, a dessert of health offered by prickly vines and drooping trees every manner of delicacy and greeting to be had I have experienced this one mile shared with my love in steps and just for this moment I was a friend to all an hour ago I started, and shared with my love the road left departed and unseen even by her lovely eyes the people, and their houses greeted us so stately and friendly their dogs less so, but with more enthusiasms and noise and far less poise than the fields of green left and down to the lake below the garden on the right an old farm woman mending fences off into the night the history, the age, the nature intwined into the engine of an abandoned combine and the cats that accompany these unseen hosts peering and meowing, bumping into posts down this lovely bend to the left that greet me to their homes unknown, by steps and just in this moment I was a friend to all a day has passed, also, the age of the small farm all our great grandparents once knew well this part of my journey now made clear by that which was once far, but now feels near a shift from stuck, a veil removed while thoughts can theorize, they find themselves now proved my spirit remains under all my trials distractions, obsessions, pain and denials I walked back in time this day forward, passed A walk, in my new country home, in between a rock and a hard place of emotion, I stretched my mind, back, back, back to devotion and back to myself I arrive at last by steps and for Now, this moment, present I am a friend to all
A nice walk after a relationship misunderstanding, brings me back to mySelf again. Thanks for hearing my footsteps in the afternoon.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Duane J Jackson On Date: 2009-10-03 22:07:21
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.94737
Hi Regis, I thoroughly enjoyed this walk...and while it is quite a long one (in number of words!), I did not feel the length detract from or steal from the power of the piece. Some nice imagery and there were portions that sped up in terms of tempo and I'm guessing that has to do with the quickening of your steps - it made the whole feel very natural. Once again, enjoyed the raw expression. Duane.
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