THE WAYFARER

The wayfarer

hard pushed to find his way

 

ascending the slippery slope

saw the beacon of raging hope

 

flames sent out a guiding light

in the sultry dense suburban night

 

he thought he might just tarry there

not being one to easily scare

 

but like an offering to the Wicker Man

he'd found the place where this life began

and ended.

🌷 (2)

◄ MOTHER'S RUIN

WE'RE GOING DOWN TO THE COTSWOLDS ►

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raypool

Tue 20th Jun 2017 16:13

Thanks David as ever, this poem doesn't give any answers or even questions, just floats in an hot air pocket I suppose. To be honest, it was one of the victims after the fire going back over past struggles in a sort of limbo.

Spot on Suki - maybe needs a stand back reading which you have accomplished, if you get my drift.

Thanks and love .

Ray

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suki spangles

Tue 20th Jun 2017 00:36

Hi Ray,

A thoughtful and affecting piece, Ray. Haunting. A witness to a very different kind of light as well as a search, forlorn perhaps, for a (re)connection to the one within..

Suki

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 19th Jun 2017 23:44

Hi Ray,

its hard to know what to make of that.

I think in life we seek hope, we sometimes think we find it and so we follow it, and all to often we pass without realizing the hope we strive to fulfill.

But the thing to do is to endeavor and at least make an attempt at it, that's what living is.

David.

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