of inspiration this week is
a stairway
that seems to lead to
a mystery
destination shrouded in
the woods.
Submitted October 31, 2020
I came upon a battered stair
which seemed to lead I knew not where.
Who felled the trees to make each step
to build the stair to dreams they kept?
Who climbed the stairs to a destination
left now only to my imagination?
Only the steps remain, all else is gone
No clue to dreams or battles won.
I can only salute as I pass by
the anonymous builder, and wonder
Why?
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A revised version of an earlier poem.
... mysteries, dreams, battles, imagination. Deserving of your salute.
ReplyDeleteYes there is a mystery within this image indeed, and you have captured it beautifully Beverly!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Carrie. Such images always leave me wanting to know "the rest of the story!"
DeletePerfect, Beverly. I also wonder why, who, when, and where now. I didn't see the steps, just shiny lines on my smart phone last night. On Mrs. Jim's computer better display I see the steps easily. But I won't change now.
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I can only salute as I pass by
ReplyDeletethe anonymous builder, and wonder
Why?
Must have persisted for a long time with the overgrown jungle. Wonderful rhyming Bev!
Hank
Salute indeed
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Bev
Much💙love
Oh this is wonderful! A mysterious reminder of a trail is tempting.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Old stairs, abandoned houses and derelicts of yesterday leave me waxing poetic and wishing they could talk.
DeleteThis photo and poem reminds of of stairs through a forest trail along a river that I used to walk......lovely, Bev.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sherry. I'm glad my words took you to a happy place.
DeleteYou open a stairwell to possibility!
ReplyDeleteThis is unique, Bev. It is a mystery not meant to be solved.
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