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Someone nailed the coffin lid on my heart's desire,
leaving me standing in a place
where I have never been before ~
a place without a dream.
Which way, now, Raven?
Point your broken wing,
and I'll recalibrate my inner GPS.
and I'll recalibrate my inner GPS.
Kim's Verse First prompt this week is to go to a place where you have never been before and write a poem of seven lines. I pondered, for I have written poems in my mind even while walking through the forest, racing like a lunatic back to the car to transcribe them before they slipped away. Where to go? Up in the hayloft? Swinging upside down like a bat? Another ride atop the Golden Dog? And then I knew.
This week, I close the chapter on my Book of Dreams and return to a reality that is so much less that I am hard-pressed to absorb the finality, and turn my compass in another direction.
But I will. That's what Wild Women do.
I rather wish it was a mystery to me what this poem is about because it is so beautiful and so perfect. Remember, too, that when a door shuts, another door opens.
ReplyDeleteThis is a good one!
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry to hear that your book of dreams must be closed. It is says a lot about your wild woman endurance that you can do so without letting the disappointment overwhelm.
ReplyDeletea place without a dream - heart wrenching, and beautiful.
ReplyDeletewish the raven takes its flight to a place of dream.......beautiful lines...
ReplyDeleteSherry, one book of dreams can close BUT the desire to dream cannot be extinguished.
ReplyDeletePoetry a place where we can honestly write about "fiction"
This is great Sherry - love the ancient mythology of the raven juxtaposed with the GPS
ReplyDeleteSherry,
ReplyDeleteThat is the power which has been gifted to The Wild Woman. The gift of never knowing the moment, but being prepared...You are always in a composing mode Sherry:)
Best wishes,
Eileen
This made me sad and hopeful at the same time.
ReplyDeletewild - and wise - woman, that you are, Sherry, I suspect that whatever path unwinds at your feet, you'll pace head-up. ~ Michael
ReplyDeletei am sorry that particular path didn't work out for you, Sherry... and love the spirit with which you approach the seeming void of what's next (i'm hoping it'll turn out even more wonderful than your former dream...)
ReplyDeletelove love love the second stanza of your poem especially
I love the raven and the GPS both showing up in the last two lines. We're not kids in Kelowna any more, Toto.
ReplyDeleteLuv, K
I was sorry to read that you had to forsake your dream Sherry but enjoyed the determined tone at the end!
ReplyDeleteAge and growing finality demand recalibration indeed♥
ReplyDeleteAloha
I love this beautiful (though sad) poem! I hope you write the sequel later, as to where the raven directed you.
ReplyDeleteI have a feeling that, despite the heartbreak of a broken dream, you will end up in a place you will find that happiness you so deserve; trust the raven!
ReplyDeleteI too believe there is a reason hang on there! I am sending you hope with sunny cups of tea~ I am sad for you, but I truly believe you are meant to meet someone and must go to this other location!
ReplyDeleteI know you will see another dream when the fog clears! Yes, trust the raven.....
oh wow! touches a chord!!
ReplyDeleteI too will fly away with the broken winged crow.
ReplyDeletetransitions are just that. sometimes sad because of and end yet makes room for that new beginning. just one last note, mi amiga,
the book of dreams is never closed once its open we just turn the page.
smiles and hugs, mi amiga
Disturbingly beautiful this one! Trust your inner instincts...lead them lead you! :)
ReplyDeleteWhat am I meant to do now? What do you want me to do at this moment? What should I be doing? All variations of what Wild Women ask when they are in a place of difficulty or a place they wish to be but are apparently not meant to be. By the way I have really, really screwed up my name with Blogger so I now appear to be Crows Feet ?????? Hugs sweetie this too shall pass.
ReplyDeletewitty! and it is up to you - stop or continue...you know...there are no end...start now and you will continue in time....
ReplyDeleteI wish for you strength compassion and equanimity in the midst of change dear Sherry.
ReplyDeletethere is a sad edge to this... dreams are food for the soul...
ReplyDeleteThis poem resonates so deeply...there's an ache in it that I felt in every word. I'm sending you good thoughts...thank you for sharing these beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteI've been reading a lot about resilience lately -- grit, determination, the Wild Woman quality that will turn your face to another place where dreams will come true. You have it, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem about resignation and the determination to carry on. Still, it makes me sad to see the end of dreams.
ReplyDeleteTo be dreamless is a scary, desolate place..it really does leave you directionless!
ReplyDeleteYour poem resonated with me deeply. I wish that Raven would point the way for me too. Superbly written. Super like!
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