October 11, 2021 – Image & Verse

The band of our promise is losing its gild. It mottles now in gunmetal grays, and unsettled shadows. Our love, once a breeze, turns now into storm clouds, churning in huddled menace. The unfettered whirlwind of torrid love, that sizzled like autumn zephyrs in quaking aspen, now explodes like an angry front, thrashing our trust with bitter winds. We’ve fallen to the darkness of resentment.

My heart shudders in shadow, mourning my scorching words of spite. They sizzle still, blistering my careless tongue – words that never should have been spoken. Would that it rain, drowning the lands, that I might turn my face to the sky, flood my foolish mouth, charred by regret, with drenching waters of contrition. Rain that might revive the oak that was our true love. But what are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

Such peace — wandering these mountains
exploring the shores of its lakes and rivers
spellbound by the immensity of its forests
praying it will endure the human species

its ancient secrets whisper on the winds
echoing in the treetops like quiet song
to resonate forever my beating heart
lost to the magic of this mystic realm
this wilding world of enchantments
this vast pacific northwest kingdom

I’m entranced by these majestic mountains
whose crisp whitewaters serenade my soul
cascading the boulders in its wild rivers

‘round each bend stirs a freshened zephyr
wafting through the timeless old growth

an osprey’s cry echoes high in the canopy
beautifully eerie this raptor’s haunting call
it seeks prey in the waters of these mountains

I have great respect for this masterful fisher
doing battle with a wild trout is in its nature
I need my wits and rod to fish these rivers
in pursuit of the elusive native rainbow
but such joyful endeavor is addictive

imagination ignites
a’wade in these streams
lost in sweetest dreams
soothed by the breeze
free from the stress
of this mad world
I decompress

the rustle in the tall trees is an intoxicating melody
this special place lives always deep in my heart
I am captive to the mysteries of these forests
enchanted by these wondrous mountains
my soul adrift on the glacial-fed waters

when I have passed ~ here I will rest
you’ll hear my voice on the wind
my footsteps in the old growth
my whispering on the waters
it’s my prayer for the earth

come quietly – and listen

Poetry at: d’Verse

Poetry at: Earthweal

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** READ THIS poem I read today “Live” on OLN: Eternal River
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