QUEST AND BOUNTY

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JOURNAL#3

I am in search of something solely for myself

though I am not as yet sure what

when I find it is its price to be exuberant

will it be worth the trouble for such a simply

complex shot

I need to pull myself off this trail of fatal

indecision

how I care to conduct myself I must use the utmost

precision

the plan is to recapture my sweet spirit

and accept my own deepest regard

and understand that loving myself isn't so very

hard

I know now that I have always held the winning trump

card

my past I no longer see as modified or marred

I try and try to bring peace to my methods of

adventurous madness

more often than not right can be taken as wrong

if you play follow the leader in the game of guess

reserve me a seat with the writers of the long table

I'll put in my most infatuated appearance one

day soon if I am  allowed and or able

words of wisdom come easily to some

in my words I sometimes quietly hide behind them

but refuse to ever run

the words I lay to paper command me to tell truth

in its tale

into the sea of writing I do so love to sail

poetry is correspondence with one's own soul

in a soothing and subtle way

sometimes it gives me such great grief that I have

to pose so to pray

thank you GOD for giving me this blessed day

there's never a doubt in my poetry nor in you

of my full fervent fay.........

(written April 3,1991)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a cross between a rambling prayer maybe and just my usual day to day poetic rambling perhaps! hard to say really!

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