It’s almost the end of May. After several submissions, it’s time to sit down and write poetry again. Today’s piece comes as a take upon two very nice prompts:
Carry On Tuesday – That long and winding road
Sunday Whirl #58
That long and winding road I take
to see its wonders
back again
Along it, all perspective blurs
Chalk-covered alleys
Drenched with thirst
Rough blizzard scrapes
Them bare
Like a cat’s tongue
Scraping unaware.
I see the burnished flinty rock
Austere and abandoned to collapse
Alone along the long
And winding road.
I see cocoon –
Not brittle, brave
With life within
Not hesitant to scrape those barnacles
That stick to it
And suck its glory.
That long and winding road
I take
to see the rise and fall
of the awake.
© 2012 Mariya Koleva