It Calls Me

It calls me…
Finely focused mid-day autumn sonnet pulling deep from in my stuttered silence. Haunting me in summer’s wake, diffused, yet burnished real, to form the present in the musk of its decay.
It calls me…

The road beckons, “Follow”. Weary bones seduced, surrender to the calling of horizon’s haze. I feel Georgia. Georgia in June! A far cry from the wintered edge of this Rocky Mountain aspen glen.

What purpose does this longing hold? What ravels ‘tween the whispers sold? That from this alpine meadow’s gape I press the long thin lines, escape?

It calls me…
Leaves me sore in wanton’s trust, leaves me drunk in wanderlust but aye, alas have neither means nor hope. November holds me now, above the nearly frozen rill that spills my dreams across this day, this anxious blue of day.
It calls me…

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23 responses to “It Calls Me

  1. These words call me….speak to my heart and pull at the depths of me….your way with words is stunning! You have captured well that longing….the last paragraph in particular is so compelling. I love this, absolutely love it.

  2. Wonderful response to the prompt… I especially love the questions you pose…

    What purpose does this longing hold? What ravels ‘tween the whispers sold? That from this alpine meadow’s gape I press the long thin lines, escape?

    Sometimes questions tells us more than answers don’t they?

  3. Travel.. dance moves
    words sing..
    words take
    me places
    i know not to go..
    feet sing me songs
    i never
    knew
    sung..
    now is travel
    all is song and dance..:)

  4. I love how the road calls you like a siren ~ if you can, you should answer it, smiles ~

    Specially like this part: Leaves me sore in wanton’s trust, leaves me drunk in wanderlust but aye, alas have neither means nor hope.

    Thanks for linking up with D’verse ~

  5. The poet in you is really quite amazing . . . As always, I love reading your verse . . . Blessings on the road ahead!

  6. I’m fairly new to d’verse so this is my first time reading your wonderful words! I just so love the last verse – November is my favorite month and it has called me to wander down our little road to the creek where leaves float on the surface, to pick up hickory nuts to crack and eat by a December fire. Thank you for this lovely write. Welcome back. As we say down South here, y’all come back!!!

  7. I’m glad somebody loves us! We’ve been getting some bad press lately. I want to climb one of those aspens on your background and just sit for a few hours.

  8. Having grown up in Colorado, I “pine” for your mountain glen…even as Georgia calls to you. Isn’t that how wanderlust works?

  9. This has such a poignant call. And questions our restlessness?

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