because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

where the wild horses run

as the sky re-
writes its own
geography, dancing
the horizon in
and out of focus,
we
follow the road
to its end, lead
it shyly on
into wet glowing
thunder
underneath
the footfall
of uncorralled
dreams.

though the darkness
that falls
is implacable,
its night twisted
up in borrowed
sheets and a bed
as big as a desert,

there is
dew
on the floor
with the softly
waking dawn,
and angel
trumpets that
whistle forlornly
a prime
for coming
home.

30 responses

  1. Healing Walks

    This beach
    The only pristine place I know
    Freshened
    Twice a day since always
    My footfalls
    The only imprints seen
    But deep
    Those tears
    Sliding down the contours
    Of my face
    Another slack tide
    Cleaning and removing
    Painful things
    That no beachcomber
    Would ever want
    To take home
    My only hope
    The periodic wash
    Of illumination
    As the lighthouse
    Seeks
    Those in need

    September 27, 2011 at 11:40 am

    • Beautiful, my friend.

      September 27, 2011 at 2:56 pm

  2. Beautiful imagery !

    September 27, 2011 at 1:08 pm

  3. I’ve always thought life in a lighthouse would be most agreeable for the lonely.

    Thanks for the poem.

    September 27, 2011 at 1:16 pm

    • There’s something so romantic and remote about such a life… If you come across any lighthouses on the market, let me know! πŸ™‚

      September 28, 2011 at 11:26 am

  4. Anonymous

    “uncoralled dreams” What a wonderful splash of optimism. Reminds of RFK “Some men see things as they are and ask why. I dream things that never were and ask why not.

    September 27, 2011 at 2:07 pm

    • Thanks. Love that quote!

      September 28, 2011 at 11:27 am

  5. belladonna23

    very refreshing

    September 27, 2011 at 2:50 pm

  6. Real freeing verse, very nicely done!

    September 27, 2011 at 3:08 pm

  7. this is beautiful…uncorraled dreams is a nice turn of phrase…and the feel of home…sigh…the forlorn leave me a bit damp though, damper than the dew…

    September 27, 2011 at 3:21 pm

    • Thanks, brian. there’s kind of a wet wistfulness to this piece overall that I’m finding resonance with right now…

      September 28, 2011 at 11:28 am

  8. expatinCAT

    Words become images and images become words…no word is wasted here. Great write. // Peter.

    September 27, 2011 at 3:23 pm

    • That means so much, as ever, coming from you, Peter.

      September 28, 2011 at 11:29 am

  9. kez

    Loved the imagery and feeling of serenity …thank you x

    September 27, 2011 at 4:46 pm

  10. You’ve brought us through the night to a dawn damp with hope and gratitude. Senses evoked, I fell into your writing. A wonderful share!

    September 27, 2011 at 5:51 pm

  11. truly inspirational, beautifully written, thanks for this gift of yours, sharing it. I had an amazing da reading and re-reading this, thank you!

    September 27, 2011 at 9:59 pm

  12. Anonymous

    “underneath
    the footfall
    of uncorralled
    dreams.”

    My heart leaps towards this …

    ..beautiful writing

    September 27, 2011 at 11:15 pm

  13. underneath
    the footfall
    of uncorralled
    dreams.

    My heart leaps towards this…

    beautiful, beautiful writing

    September 27, 2011 at 11:17 pm

  14. “there is
    dew
    on the floor
    with the softly
    waking dawn,
    and angel
    trumpets that
    whistle forlornly
    a prime
    for coming
    home.”

    i love your use of the word “prime” here – a holy call appropriate for an otherworldly place. you titled it “where the wild horses run.” were you in chincoteague/assateague, then?

    September 28, 2011 at 10:24 am

    • leslie, we were actually on the Outer Banks, where there are also wild horses in a couple of different spots. Thanks for your kind comment!

      September 28, 2011 at 11:31 am

  15. Appreciate everyone’s thoughtful reads & comments here! It’s always so satisfying to get feedback from you all! πŸ™‚

    Peace,
    –jsl

    September 28, 2011 at 11:33 am

  16. You have so captured the freedom and space the wild horses run in. So well done and such a pleasure to read your blog. I do enjoy it so much coming here reading your wonderful heart filled words and the thoughts that go into your beautiful work.
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/27/addiction-to-solitaire/#comment-1224

    September 28, 2011 at 2:04 pm

    • Thank you so much Sarah! Reading your lovely comment has made my morning! πŸ™‚

      September 29, 2011 at 10:14 am

  17. indeed, this is amazing. beautiful imagery… captures the glowing and ever changing wonders of the world. great! btw, thanks for stopping by my blog… also, the picture on my blog is by my fav photographer: Phyllis Galembo!

    September 28, 2011 at 3:32 pm

    • Thanks, Anthony, and for the heads up on the photographer– that is a most arresting photo!

      September 29, 2011 at 10:15 am

  18. Siubhan… enjoyed everything about this beautifully crafted piece… each word balanced and right. Progression is so well done.. as though taking me by the hand through the elements.. great visuals..wistful mood. Love it.

    September 29, 2011 at 1:03 am

    • Thanks so much, Becky!

      September 29, 2011 at 10:16 am

  19. “as the sky re-
    writes its own
    geography”
    I love that!

    September 29, 2011 at 1:56 pm

  20. I enjoyed this poem greatly πŸ™‚

    September 30, 2011 at 1:18 pm

  21. Angel’s words …

    October 21, 2011 at 12:26 am

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