The Hallway

The Hallway

I didn’t make it to the place I thought I would

What seemed like a simple journey forward

Has ended with me here

Staring at the floor

No one else to get me to the destination

Impediments and hesitations

Have left me here in this place

The place where no one sees my face

And I can’t see the Beauty right beside of me

The dust and dim have hidden him

The silence just keeps calling me friend

Yet my right hand is still on the wheel

My direction is still toward the goal surreal

I sense a helper coming from way beyond

A fuzzy figurine, the green, the frond

The changing autumn leaves are not a sign of impending winter

They are a sign that death will splinter

I will make it to my home

I will make it to where my heart can roam

Though my body stays in this silence

I will make it…

I will make it…

My right hand still rests on this turning wheel

K, Duane Carter 4-24-11

Image by Greg Laychak.  Written for Onestoppoetry.com Photo Challenge.

The Walk

The Walk

I traveled a pavement path today

It took me to recent, distant past

Many things arose

The good, the bad, and yes, the ugly

Yet, these things had no hold, no hold

They could gain no hallowed ground

For there was something greater still

That took the past and drowned

It

The greater was the present

It was the sunshine radiating off all alive

The skies so rich with blue

The green of the new leaves on the trees

The wind was whispering new

Songs of life and hope and peace and love

All of these things were more than enough

To erase the past, to place it where it should be

I think I’ll simply rest beneath this tree

Slipping as a dream into my future 

K, Duane Carter 4-23-11