Pilgrim Path

This blog is the work of a seeker and poet. Walking stick in hand, I head out into the world, not of the world, but in the world. My words and my friends carry me along and light the pilgrim path of spiritual journeys.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008


SHORT WALK/LONG JOURNEY / V2.0

Paper thin, pale skin begins
to crepe like dry moth wings -
unable to carry any longer
the heavy loads of heartbeat and breathe.

Clouded eyes blink and struggle
to focus for a minute -
a sharp exhale rushes out
and meets the shaky rise
as I struggle to stand.

Feet shuffle across a forest floor,
making their way

to lay this broken body down
and rest in a soft pine needle nest.

At last I find my placecard
for the eternal feast.
UNKNOWN.


Poem inspired by photograph taken by and used with permission of Christine Valters Paintner (www.abbeyofthearts.com)

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4 Comments:

Blogger Quiet Paths said...

This was very strong; some of your images are so vivid. Great job for the prompt.

10:53 AM  
Anonymous Abbey of the Arts said...

Rich, thanks so much for this poem, great images, I love the silent movement that I can feel through the forest and I love the image of the placecard.

11:08 AM  
Blogger Rich said...

Thanks for the kind comments. Christine's images and prompts always manage to be my muse.

9:59 AM  
Blogger brd said...

I agree with qp and aota. The images in this piece are wonderful. The mothy bit was very nice.

6:15 AM  

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