What We Did

 

We found this cradling valley
men of the world will never reach
unthinkingly.
There was no map,  no road to follow.
Without a plan, guileless as it must be, 
we brushed aside overhanging leaves
for our beginning.
Unrecognised, lain all around
machineries of the joyous spirit
curative, creative
were picked up again and again that day.
Perfectly fitting, like a smooth, cool pebble
in our hands, the curious pallete of the sky
was welcoming. The changeful light
also not of our making, fell
lovingly it seemed, 
upon one treasure after another.
Lucky were we, having but to move forward
to see more. Fingers laced together
we took a step.

◄ Petals That Drop

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John Botterill

Wed 25th May 2022 14:24

Fab-U-lous, Adam, as Craig Revel-Horwood would say. Immense!

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Wed 25th May 2022 02:17

Beautiful!

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Kevin Tan

Tue 24th May 2022 20:12

Yes!

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 23rd May 2022 21:31

A tactile, life-affirming poem, Adam. Loved it.

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Stephen Atkinson

Mon 23rd May 2022 21:31

A wonderfully intriguing piece 🌈

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