Monday, November 2, 2009

Rite of Passage

A head full of drink , the sun rises before you lighting the trail ahead
Tomorrows promise, traded for the tales and revelry of yesterday
All the wistful memories of people whose names you once claimed to hold sacred
now just a silver river flowing from your tongue
A cat sitting in a window watches your departure with ancient wisdom
above it, a woman's silhouette appears suddenly
her scent still on your fingertips
the taste of love still on your lips
Her tears fall staining the windowsill
Her heart aches with all the sorrow of women down through the ages
You keep moving forward somehow
knowing as sure as the stars and the moon light your way
by and by the wind will blow her name to you
In time you will come to measure your wisdom by this
Rite Of Passage

copyright 2013 by Kevin Casey Murphy
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4 comments:

  1. stylus and papyrus.comDecember 29, 2009 at 10:00 PM

    Ah, Kevin, Now this is the beauty you posted first at Flex~Writers Cafe. Indeed it is a beauty. Love how you wove it all together.
    ~Clara

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  2. stylus and papyrus.comSeptember 16, 2010 at 1:34 PM

    Great to hear from you Kevin. I am glad you are sticking with it. The poem shows skill.
    Sweat serves talent well. I can tell yur talent is ripening.
    jrod clark
    Roderick/ROSEBUD

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  3. debra crumpMay 4, 2011 at 8:33 PM

    it seems, Kevin, that you have composed/written in more lifetimes than just this current life. stuff like this comes from the soul. you are a Bard, no doubt

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  4. GinnyMay 8, 2011 at 11:09 AM

    You certainly have a way with words. You create vivid pictures that capture the imagination. Although this is not a genre I read, you swept me off my feet.

    I pray that God direct your heart and words -- may the two always hold hands. ;)

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