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.
Joanna Suzanne Lee 
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
Beautiful, my friend.
Beautiful imagery !
I’ve always thought life in a lighthouse would be most agreeable for the lonely.
Thanks for the poem.
There’s something so romantic and remote about such a life… If you come across any lighthouses on the market, let me know! 🙂
“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.
Thanks. Love that quote!
very refreshing
Real freeing verse, very nicely done!
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…
Thanks, brian. there’s kind of a wet wistfulness to this piece overall that I’m finding resonance with right now…
Words become images and images become words…no word is wasted here. Great write. // Peter.
That means so much, as ever, coming from you, Peter.
Loved the imagery and feeling of serenity …thank you x
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!
truly inspirational, beautifully written, thanks for this gift of yours, sharing it. I had an amazing da reading and re-reading this, thank you!
“underneath
the footfall
of uncorralled
dreams.”
My heart leaps towards this …
..beautiful writing
underneath
the footfall
of uncorralled
dreams.
My heart leaps towards this…
beautiful, beautiful writing
“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?
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!
Appreciate everyone’s thoughtful reads & comments here! It’s always so satisfying to get feedback from you all! 🙂
Peace,
–jsl
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.
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Thank you so much Sarah! Reading your lovely comment has made my morning! 🙂
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!
Thanks, Anthony, and for the heads up on the photographer– that is a most arresting photo!
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.
Thanks so much, Becky!
“as the sky re-
writes its own
geography”
I love that!
I enjoyed this poem greatly 🙂
Angel’s words …