I was away again, taking the last van load of ‘stuff’ to the house before the big removal next month. It was too hot yesterday to do much, so I wrote, essentially about how hot it was…
This poem, written for Jilly’s Jim Harrison prompt also fits the dverse ‘Border’ prompt.
“The only answer I’ve found is the moving water whose music is without a single lyric” ~
You dip your hand in the silver stream,
Where the water dimples play,
But the river runs and the river sings,
And you come sad away.
You hoped life would be simple,
No nuance, wrong or right,
But most of life’s in the border lands,
That lie twixt day and night.
The heart’s way follows the river,
The moon in the sky above,
the sweetest path you can see in my eyes,
If you’d only look, my love.