Walking

Deer in the Park 
It comes with walking: one step follows one.
How we obtained this now I do not know
Since any step we might have left undone
And we arrived by moving all too slow
Through doubts which kept us wondering where to go.
There’s someone guiding us about this maze -
The unexpected door, this path, that haze
That frightened us then brought refreshed relief.
The bright sun humbles darkness starting days
As justice blessed with mercy brings belief.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme of movement and to dVerse Poetry Form where Rosemary Nissen-Wade is hosting with the dizain poetry form, a poem of ten lines, each with ten syllables and having a rhyme pattern of ABABBCCDCD.

Yellow in the Sun

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

53 thoughts on “Walking”

  2. What I most like about your verses and pictures is that salvation with you includes animals, plants and nature in itself. I loved that curious yet serene deer.

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  18. I love how the movement has room for faith and trust too in ‘here’s someone guiding us about this maze –
    The unexpected door, this path, that haze’

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    1. Thank you, Isha! I checked out your blog. You are welcome to join us by linking posts of your poems that meet the requirements at dVerse. This will motivate you to write. It will also give you more exposure and an opportunity to see how others respond to the challenges offered.

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  22. Beyond All Stories
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  23. Very interesting and beautiful poem, the metaphor used so perfectly we almost forget it’s metaphorical. I love the sense of calm you create, in which the iambic pentameter serves you well. In fact most of the poem has a Frostian feel (which I mean as a compliment).

    I’ll allow “wandering” as two syllables, though would have preferred it written as “wand’ring”. (After all I’ve been allowing “everything” to be three syllables in several people’s poems, without remarking on it – but I think that elision is more common.)

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