
Venture to a road less traveled
mysteries wither, then unravel
a fate explained
a purpose gained
amidst the trodden gravel.
© Carolyn Dennis-Willingham

Venture to a road less traveled
mysteries wither, then unravel
a fate explained
a purpose gained
amidst the trodden gravel.
© Carolyn Dennis-Willingham

Wreath of light, it then surrounds
the wonderment of joyous sounds
hear the laughter
trailing after
blessings with no bounds.
See previous here.

If you find that you are thumbin’
but there’s no place you can go
’cause the trains, they won’t be comin’
and the cars, they’ve all been stowed
Just ponder momentarily
where it is you’d like to be
The perfect place
that you’d embrace
to let your mind roam free.
I’d love to know what image you have of a carefree place to hunker down. Please find a picture and ping me back. Let’s dream together.
Here’s mine:


The mourning dove, late afternoon
cooing out its peaceful tune
the sounds of grace
that fill the space
of any lonely room.


Is it not Life tries to ruse
by preaching riches can amuse?
The unpretentious
conscientious
find true meaning in life’s clues.


And isn’t it the butterfly
Who, at first, must analyse
escaping routes
and second doubts
before it reaches sky?


The sands of time, they move to lure
passing moments most demure
each bit of grain
each one contained
to keep us safe and sure.


And, oh to dance with wild abandon
beating heart, the true companion
freeing spirit
listen, hear it
revive the notes in soul’s grand canyon.

Still with me? Good. I like it when we to stick together, even if from afar.

No unease will steal the Tame
from seas of calm per Nature’s claim
no blust’ry air
just deep aware
while breathing in the same.


Is it really a charade
to be alone in respite’s shade?
contemplation
a salvation
in thinker’s promenade.

Stay safe out there!