The write way......to each their own, as you please.

[bri]

[bri]

http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/carver/7416

[Peter]

I of the beholder


So there you are, within that I,
beheld but not beholden.
Creating light and second sight
a vision of where you'll end.

Exact no measure nor a price
for it can not be sold or bought.
The lesson that we gain from this
is all that which our self has taught.

[Peter]

Architects of our own salvation
Builders of a better day.
Careful not to be deluded.
Duty calls us to that goal
Every time and everywhere.
Freeing all from ancient bonds
Greatness is our destiny.
Hallowed be the path we take
Into the void and then beyond.
Just reward for efforts made
Keeping safe that sacred trust
Letting in the light of day
Many called but few that answer
Nothing left to lose, they say.
Only pride and false pretenses
Putting out what cannot stay
Questioning their place and way.
Really there is but one method
Sense and reason, no dismay
Timing is a revelation
Until the dawning of this day
Virtue is the just reward
When the end becomes beginning
X the unknown is displayed
You and I together, forever
Zero chance we'll go astray.

[Peter]

Footprints trace a path on an endless beach,
Waves crash and wash away remnants of what once was.
Unmarked sand stretches out beckoning our approach,
The setting sun frames a destination where sea and land meet.

With each step, a new beginning takes on meaning,
Together and forever, advancing hand in hand, step by step.
Walking into that sun’s gentle warmth and subtle glow,
We become one with the world and its ebb and flow.

[bri]

[Fintan]

Yep, Peter. Wot' Bri said.

Poetic flow suits you.
That last one is such excellent and eloquent expression.
Summarizes much of the impetus of my treeincarnation.

So succinctly! :-)

[Peter]

[Peter]

In memoir I am

Bereft of life but freedom gained
Released from all our bonds and ties
At sentence end, our story told.
More than a memory of what once was
Creative font of that to come.
For there is more, as we go on
Beyond the pale and earthly veil
Returned to our more natural state.
Of being and not just a cog
in cosmic clockwork, time and place.
Fear not and do not grieve this loss
As that was just a passing phase
We'll meet again in a new space
To celebrate and consecrate
Our return to immaculate grace.

[Peter]

Creation is a fickle thing
that rises from ashes complete.
Divine fire that burns with ease
Made with the chains from which we're freed.
Released from that which held us back
We forge ahead and make amends
For all that was but never is
Illusion's price that we must pay
To know reality's lament.