Fully releasing demons past.
Starting fresh and new.
In the river of omnipotence,
I cast my line,
with hopes of finding you.
Honesty, justice, and truth,
have all escaped me in my youth.
Still the clock ticks on.
Carefree days have gone.
On the riverside bed, I wait.
Absorbing nature's scene,
trance-like: an inanimate state.
Quiet. Patient and so serene.
Will the spirit of the water offer me redemption?
Will my past ingest all of my bait?
I ponder my deepest intention,
and leave it up to fate.
Poem © 2006 Patricia Burns, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
Illustration created by and © K.L.Storer, all rights reserved
I don' t find a lot of time to write. Sometimes though, my writing
has no time to wait. When I wrote "My Intentions," it took me
about three minutes, it came together so easily: not the usual for me. I
hope that other readers will enjoy the piece. Any suggestions on
improvement are welcomed.