I Escaped the News Last Weekend
I escaped the news
last weekend, wanting a world
with everything
set right; I returned to the
sleepy beach hideaway of
my youth
Tumultuous waves
rolled over one other,
going nowhere really -
Cold rain slapped my face,
drops ran down my neck;
the wind meowed around me.
Unoccupied worn
cedar-shake homes welcomed me,
the hamlet asleep,
but for a blurred red street light
The drive was well worth
the time to capture
one quintessential sunset,
one to ride horses
straight into!
Unyielding dunes clung
to sea grass. I breathed in so
deeply the salty sea air
Theoretically, my
fearful thunderous
thoughts subsided and I felt
beyond carefree.
Feet to a fire, a cup of
mulled apple cider
added to the ambient quiet
Conceived of literature
and art in my heart,
I channeled Hemingway and
Picasso; I wrote, sketched and
painted through the night
Ultimately,
I am taken aback how
truly, I now see,
birth overcomes death
...every day
and I am the only one
in my way
in my way
This Friday is Open Link Night over at dversepoets.com Click if you would like to read more poetry
from the group.
A beautiful post....perhaps it is a seasaw? Birth and death. Each takes center stage in its' moment.
ReplyDeleteThank, Annell.
DeleteSuch a delight to read Kathy. Took me on a beautiful journey.
ReplyDeleteI think we all need a retreat like this... maybe the world of news, is such an ordeal to us all.
ReplyDeleteUnrelenting, so yes, we all do.
DeleteI love your hideaway and would willingly forget all the dreadful news and just let my poetic and artistic side take over ~ Enjoy our weekend ~
ReplyDeleteThese are my favorites:
ReplyDelete"The drive was well worth
the time to capture
one quintessential sunset"
"Feet to a fire, a cup of
mulled apple cider
added to the ambient quiet"
"Feet to a fire, a cup of
mulled apple cider
added to the ambient quiet"
"I am the only one in my way." ... That is pretty powerful.
Powerful & personal, mundane & cosmic--nearly a perfect poem, channeling many of us. I hope this cottage/cabin/hideaway is real & actual--a way station where you can refocus & recenter.After a decade being an actor I had to face the fact I was stopping myself from succeeding--and when I shifted my life to becoming a spec Ed teacher, I never looked back.
ReplyDeleteCosmic? Thanks. It is a real place in Gearhart, Ore. It clears the cobwebs.
DeleteThis is a wonderful read. Thankfully, I am now back by the sea and have the same antidote to the horrible news.
ReplyDeleteI liked the last four lines about birth overcoming death and we are the only ones in our ways.
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