Danielle White Poet Bio

Meander

I wonder when
I lost my way
if I could pinpoint
the time, the day

was it in that
bleak October
calculating
coldly sober

a stone was tossed
into life's pond
its ripples still
continue on

or maybe I was
meant to roam
to wander aimless
have no home

my sails were ripped
right from the start
on my birthday
the Ides of March

I wonder where
my path will end
in dappled sunlight
or darkened glen

will I find peace
among the stones
or haunt the earth
alone, alone.

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Laura Mckenzie September 6, 2008 at 10:11 AM Reflecting is what I see in your write, inner roaming is a healthy thing to do now and then. I enjoyed this write! Laura :)

Vince Suzadail Jr. September 2, 2008 at 6:44 AM Home is where the heart is. I liked this one. Me, I miss the wandering days. I sometimes wonder if I would have put up with my wife being gone as much as she put up with me being gone so often. There was a depth in this poem that touches. Vince

Sharon Winter August 30, 2008 at 8:27 AM Enjoying your sad, dark poetry. Relating to it a little too much. Sorry for what you have been through to make you feel this way. Awesome write. Please feel better. Love, Shar

Carrie Richards August 30, 2008 at 6:44 AM Wow..this made me realize when there was one date in my own life that I can pinpoint when everything changed. Perhaps we all have those particular moments we never forget. Thought provoking poem....Best Wishes, Carrie