Sunday's gone... So naturally, it's Monday!!! Time for Poetry Potluck!!!!
Hello and WELCOME back to yet another beautiful week of Poetry Potluck!!!
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Flash Forward!! After a naturally satisfying week, we shall delve deeper into our Dreams, Visions and Reveries... But that's next week!!! So you'll have an entire week to prepare your poem for this theme.. :) And if you are unable to submit a poem ON the theme, relax... Send in an older poem you would love to share with us...
And now, LET'S GET STARTED with this week's potluck!!!! Enjoy the VIDEO here and dive into the oceans, and soak up nature's deliciousness!!! Thanks for joining in and supporting your fellow poets here at OUR favorite Poetry Potluck!!!
Illuminated by starry sky
Grounded by grass at my feet
I can’t help but wonder why
The truth of nature is discreet
I often try to outrun the wind
Or prophesy age by rings of trees
But I always end where I begin
for not all is measured in degrees
I swim the rivers wide and deep
And leave my tracks in ivory snow
I scribble in the sand when I sleep
And when I wake I still don’t know
I hear it not in faint whispers in wind
Nor in coyote howl or lion roar
I look high and low, round every bend
Nor do I salvage it in ancestral lore
Brown plume of ash and rising steam
That dusted forth upon the dawn of time
Has not fossilized enough for me to glean
The answers I await, that one cosmic sign
And so I continue to wonder why I am here
I’ll stretch and search until the flames die down,
Until the tingling of my soul is no longer fear,
Until the intention of my being has been found
So I pause between milky way and milky weed
anticipating alignment and synchronicity that say
It is right here, all that you ever want or need,
resting in every moment between dusk and rising day
It slumbers within mountains, rivers, and plains
It is the sacred secret that vibrates in every bone
Beneath all that’s left of time’s charred remains,
The answer lurks, an ancient hymn written in stone
By Susan Payne
You may visit Suzi here @ suzicatepoetry
Thank you so much, Suzi!!!