My vista has left.
It got up and walked away,
taking its burgeoning poetry
and florets of blush
just beyond the hill-
where I last see a wrinkle
in the day.
Perhaps, it will sail away
and live at sea, content in knowing
that final curtains are best
without remorse. Every green patch
a relic of what was bewitching for me.
Tossed by storms in darkness,
with no one to notice.
Cowed in heat and sun.
Awoken in grey mists
that cling and impede
their run.
Maybe, one day it will land aground
after years adrift. Someone will see
and write words that begin a scene anew.
The beauty of the vista, adorned
with yearning – causes me to run
with all abandon
to meet the last wrinkle
of the day.
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It is National Poetry Writing Month. I’ve participated in the past, but I don’t think I will this year – time will not allow me a post every day. I’ve been on a bit of a down-turn lately with inspiration for writing and experiencing my own emotional lows. This poem conveys a little of that struggle, the loss of “vision” – though I’m not sure I’m totally happy with it. I share it anyway, as a work in progress, because writing is something I must continue to do.
I don’t know why, I just do. I hope readers will continue to read.
All the best.
Taps and Ratamacues 
John, you are a true poet. Your poetry is always exceptional. This poem is no different. I hope the blues fade and inspiration finds you.
Thank you Tosha. That means a lot from you. š I appreciate your comments.
You’re welcome xo
I hope new vistas open vast and verdant before you–vistas so full of color and activity that they will take a lifetime to explore. You are a poet of rare talent. Keep writing!
Thank you Melinda. š
you’re welcome š
And, I plan to keep writing. It is just my subjects that are elusive right now. The trees and forest thing. Thanks again.
glad to hear it! You’re welcome š
I love your poetry, John, and will continue to follow. We writers are a moody bunch…feel things deeply and are prone to depression. I understand and hope the best for you.
And though you said your poem is a work in progress, it’s lovely just as it is. ā¤ļø
Thanks very much Cathy.:-)
You’re most welcome. š
This poem is gorgeous! I think it’s important to continue, even in the bad times. I’m incredibly moody, and grumpy today, and I really don’t wish for my writing to reflect that, but I suspect it may. We’ll see. Never stop! š
Thanks Elizabeth. I won’t stop, but like you, I don’t really like my writing to reflect some things. Appreciate the comments. š
No problem John, I’m still struggling today. Just one of those days. Hang in there.