Striding towards the mountains, lavender in the distance,
I am trudging chest deep through the Earth.
Moving against the currents of life, as if in a deep trance,
Am I moving forward? Or going back to my Birth?
Seeing the misty purple mountains, I know my goal.
It is such a struggle to get up and move.
In my stony heart, I long for the warmth of my soul,
I long to share that warmth with those I love.
It seems I must cross over the river though,
To get to my ancestral home.
Where I can feel the homey hearth-fire glow,
Perhaps then I won’t feel so all alone.
“Home is where the heart is”; goes the old Cliché
Is my heart not in my chest then?
Is my home where I am right now, is it where I stay?
These are things that are beyond my ken.
“Mysteries of the Stony Giant’s Stride”
a series of Couplets
by
Jerry E Smith
©1/31/19
image from pixabay
I have used the #FREEWRITE tag, because this writing flowed out of me on a moments notice,
Written in accordance to what I am feeling, and what the image inspired me to write.
The image tailored what I wrote.
This is how it works for me, I find it difficult or impossible to just take a prompt:
"today's prompt is horses" etc
And come up with something valid, a writing that expresses something real from me,
But at the same time is spontaneous
