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The long lists
of expectations
elude her
as she steps out into the light of day.
Walking brings refreshment and new perspectives.
She
so
needs
these
as she steps
one foot
in front of the other,
seeking escape
from the immediate
abundant demands
of everyday existence
making up the hours of her life.
One foot in front of the other
leads to anywhere
but here
and that brings comfort
to her innards today.
In this present moment.
Comforted in walking into the mystery awaiting her
somewhere.
Anywhere but this place, now.
The sky above and the earth beneath her feet
are faithful friends,
awaiting her appearing.
The crowded woods welcome her
with embrace of
moist,
misty
musty
breath
enticing her senses,
drawing her into their wisdom of ages.
Whispering secrets and messages for her alone.
Here is peace, she thinks as she wanders the woodlands so near.
How these trees
provide solace,
soothing her tattered,
weary soul.
Each limb of tree
an extension of friendship,
reaching out,
inviting.
She is renewed here
in this solitary place.
Encircled in light infused branches of creation.
Love seeps into her every pore.
Replenished by smells, sights, touches;
devoid of noise.
Quietness restores the soul.
Standing in the center
she comes to stillness,
imagining herself
as one standing,
rooted,
grounded.
Bound to earth yet reaching skyward;
arms like limbs reaching,
stretching toward the heavenly.
Emerging from seed to oak,
to seed in this never-ending cycle.
Living, dying, emerging new again.
Evergreen.
Ever new.
Escaping the everyday emerging anew.
I wrote this back in March of 2012 for a Storyteller challenge at Shah Wharton’s place.
With a bit of tweaking, walla- poetry. Well, kinda!
See the original here: Escape the Everyday. (It’s at the bottom of the post FYI!)
Sharing with dVerse.
Jun 04, 2013 @ 19:39:50
every day emerging anew is a wonderful thing eh? and growing into trees…there is much to be made of trees….roots deep seeking the moving water….smiles.
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Jun 04, 2013 @ 19:40:48
I love walking in the woods nearly as much as I love walking in the Scottish mountains or on some of our beautiful beaches. I find all of these places refreshing and renewing, so I can relate really well to the heroine of your poem.
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Jun 04, 2013 @ 20:08:32
one step, always one step at a time, this then is the only way we move…
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Jun 04, 2013 @ 21:14:09
One foot in front of the other is all we can do many times….
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Jun 04, 2013 @ 23:39:19
I love this.
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Jun 05, 2013 @ 00:43:01
There are times–when all we can do is put one foot down in front of the other –and hope that where we are headed is better than where we are now–really beautiful writing
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Jun 05, 2013 @ 03:09:24
Breathe deep and get in touch with the depths of your soul…
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Jun 05, 2013 @ 06:59:50
…beautiful… loved it! smiles…
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Jun 05, 2013 @ 13:22:07
thank you for touching my soul with these words
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Jun 06, 2013 @ 23:49:26
A beautiful write.
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