The Unsure Path
The Morguefile
by Remaa
forgotten words kindle embers
that no longer find me
now I set my heart aside
wait for you to find yourself here
filtering
each beat of you,
your eyes knowing me
and the child
are we not all one
in night's inky coolness
now I set my heart aside
wait for you to find yourself here
an icon breathing prayer
near my veins
near my veins
filtering
each beat of you,
your eyes knowing me
and the child
gathering inside you each day
the coins I use to barter for life
have found their way into your pocket
are we not all one
my mama always said
spend wisely
copyright/all rights reserved 2021 Audrey Howitt
Posted for Poets and Storytellers
From start to finish, a masterpiece of poetic splendor. I am jealous and I am in awe, my friend.
ReplyDeleteI love the message in this beautifully penned poem .... indeed, spend wisely.
ReplyDeleteA wise mother and a lucky child. Some truths are essential to know when we are just starting. And best remember as we go on...
ReplyDeleteAll one, yes ... and that can be in a progression. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteLuv the kindling of good advice.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blog
Muchšlove