Tanka – in two parts

cocooned in the still

magic in the mystic spell

moments gently drift

across white blanketed hills

through shushed snow enfolded boughs

in the solitude

and clarity of silence

enlightenment falls

like an unspoken mantra

. . . and my spirit is restored

note:  the prompt from Poetry Jam this week is “Solitude”.

photo:  Silver Star Mountain Ski Resort in BC’s Okanagan – M.T. Bourke

 

© 2015 Wendy Bourke  

Just a little further

I have come,

once again,

to that part of the journey

where the spirit must pass

through lassitude and languor . . .

                                                      or go no further.

Always, when I find myself,

at this place, 

I am embraced by a phantom voice.

It tells me:  Just a little further.

Over the years, many different voices

have whispered those words to me.

It is a powerful incantation.

For . . . so far . . . I have always . . .

                                                                            continued on . . . . . . . . . . . .

note:  the prompt from Poetry Jam this week is "Journey".

photo:  Just a Little Further – W. Bourke

© 2015 Wendy Bourke