With the morning sun
My mind goes t’the horizon
Longing and dreaming
Author: adamcallahan117
Writer, poet, contemplator.
7/13/2021
Once again I’ve missed a day. Once again, you get two poems!
To breathe free
To look on the horizon
And know it is within reach
To gaze at the mountain
And know it can be climbed
To look to the stars
And know they are unchanging
To see the ocean
And feel its colossal breath
This is to breathe free
To be free
7/12/2021 – how hot the flames (a haiku)
The fire in my heart
Burns brightly for only one
But how hot the flames
Be still, my aching heart
I am unwhole without you
My heart beats, but for what?
My soul yearns to be ‘bout you
My essence in half, cut
As if my lifeblood quickens
When near your stolid gaze
And far from you it thickens
Confused and in a daze
So thus I must be near you
Toward you I will dart
Once more my soul will hear you
Be still, my aching heart!
7/9/2021
When shadows come and dance upon
The plain and quiet walls
I ‘magine myself away, gone
Till I don’t hear their calls
7/8/2021
What quiet wonder do I feel
When tales and fantasies abound
Deep in my mind’s corners, they heal
The darknesses that I have found
7/7/2021
And when I stop to think
Of greater things
Portents
Of import
Then do I wonder at the world
7/6/2021 – a haiku
Each day a new tale
Each night new, exciting dreams
Stories: wondrous things
7/5/2021 – rise from the doldrums
Yes, I know it’s not the 5th. I once again missed a poem, which means I owe you two.
So oft the world bears down upon
A tired, anxious mind;
And though we try to soldier on,
Our fates are intertwined
With all the world purports to be,
And all its stops and turns;
In life we are not from it free
Nor immune to its burns;
And so with anxious mind and heart
We listen to the peace –
What peace we can but find – and start
To force the pain to cease;
And from the wind and trees and skies,
A fresh breath at last comes;
And spirits can finally rise
From earth’s painful doldrums.
7/3/2021 – a haiku
The days keep changing
Long, short, hot, cold, sunny, not
Yet the flowers grow
