Stephen Kilmer Poet Narrative

Mending Fences

I've been mending fences. It's a long ride down a straight line. You can't do this kind of work unless you have the strength and the spirit to live with solitude. There is nothing out here but scrub brush, vultures, and the sky. I start each day over a campfire of loneliness. The coyotes songs ringing in my ears. There is only one thing I want in this world and that is peace of mind.

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Karen Anglesey May 21, 2016 at 10:11 PM The campfire of loneliness - yet the peace of mind is unfathomed Stephen Kilmer May 23, 2016 at 5:14 PM Ah so good to hear your voice. Miss you and your work. Come back. Don't worry about what to do when the glass is half full. I'll pour you another. And we will remain. Love Kilmer~

Connie Marcum Wong May 15, 2016 at 11:45 PM I can identify with your poem. I have always been a loner. Poetry has a wonderful cathartic affect on the soul. Your insightful poem shares this. Wise words! #7 ; ) Stephen Kilmer May 22, 2016 at 5:09 PM Thanks Connie. I was straight from the heart. ~Kilmer~

Laura Breidenthal May 12, 2016 at 9:41 PM Peace of mind is often hard to find. I can relate to the fwnce mender, because I enkoy being alone for long periods of time. Youve really created a vivid picture with this one. Its always a pleasure reading your reflective work. Always,Laura Stephen Kilmer May 22, 2016 at 5:12 PM Thanks Laura it always seems like a straight line is the closest to the truth. I just think that people need to now when to stop lying and start down the road to the truth.. Anyway thanks for stopping by. ~Kilmer~