LOST POEMS

I’ve been writing my poetry for some time, ever since someone mistakenly called me a poet. I replied, No, I’ve never penned a poem in my life, then sat down and began to write. I haven’t stopped since.

Looking back at some of the things I’ve written, I feel it’s time to give them light. So here you are, word patterns, woven from threads of my mind.

Photo by Filipe Gomes on Unsplash
Photo by Filipe Gomes on Unsplash

Pathways

We walk the edge of the abyss,

fragile as moth wings

but with a phoenix heart.

Photo credit: Soroush Zargar

Suicide

The day Vivian ended her life,

I visited her.

She gave me paper birds,

concerned they would be tossed away

when she was gone.

Photo by luka lojk on Unsplash

Highway

Dreams linger

at the edge of my consciousness

like scenes in my peripheral vision

as I speed down a road;

when finally in the rear-view mirror

I register their importance,

they are already lost.

Photo by Tiko Giorgadze on Unsplash

Hide

Can I duck out the back

of this hectic life,

into the shadows

of another day?

Spring-fresh air

and silence so profound

as to be a symphony.

Photo by Veit Hammer on Unsplash

Goodbye

It still comes

with the shock of a cut finger

sliced by a sharp knife,

deep and acute.

Or slashed by a dull blade,

ragged and hurting.

The memory of loss.

Photo by elCarito on Unsplash

Revelation

For a while

in my dream

I was safe.

It’s not my home that is dangerous-

it’s my head.

Photo by Sofia Palese on Unsplash

Anxiety

Why?

If this moment

feels so perfect,

do I dread

the next?

Photo by Gabriella Clare Marino

Just Another Day

Choosing to be weak

I turn from the light,

from what I know,

from what I’ve been told,

from what I’ve learned is true,

from God?

Choosing to be strong

I pick up and move on,

toward the light,

the day,

the goal,

the work

even if it’s hard,

if it doesn’t go far,

one step ahead is enough.

I rest,

given what I need

to corral my anxious mind.

Sometimes it doesn’t work;

sometimes it does.

About Mollie Hunt

Loves cats. Writes books.
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6 Responses to LOST POEMS

  1. Molly, your poems are so moving. Pathways and Just Another Day struck a cord with me at this moment in my life. Beautifully written!

  2. Brian says:

    Very special thoughts that captured so many memories.

  3. I like the way you’ve used words to express ideas and emotions. And the pictures suit the words.

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