"OUR LIFE PATH SONG"??
(written by Michelle L. LeBlanc
April 26 & May 4, 2026)
Life goes on and on and on
Just as sings the beautiful song
Communicating on different planes
Soul connection forever strong
Meanwhile, amidst it all
Between your world and mine
We are finding ways to exchange our love
Beyond the rules of time
I don't need to wait till I cross over
We're learning the codes here and now
Exchanging our heart messages
And all I can say is wow!
I've seen it slowly coming
At first, subtle, seeming so small
Others guessing coincidence
But you and I know above it all!
Matters not what others think
That's part of my soul's path
Learning to let go of the anxious mind
Opens me up to the spiritual math
As we look at the horizon together
We know it won't be very long
Our connection to strengthen even more
Learning the melody of our Life Path song!
I love you so much Jayden! ??????????
____
Written in Memory of my Sonshine:
Jayden Donald LeBlanc
July 14, 2006-Sept 4, 2022
We’re at my son’s house for the weekend.
The doorbell rings - who could it be?
The son of the previous owners,
In the neighborhood, hoping to see
And show off to his wife and her mother
The home he grew up in and missed.
“Could we see the backyard” he inquired.
“Please come in,” said my son. “I insist.”
So we showed them around and he noticed
All the changes, plus things still the same,
While we chatted and somehow they mentioned
Where they currently live, which became
Such a strange bit of chance to discover
That the place they reside’s half a mile
From the home where my son spent his childhood
And where we live (and have all this while).
Unexpected events sometimes happen
And although this is up for debate,
When a circumstance comes up like this one,
I believe it’s connected to fate.
Death
the ultimate
release
Freedom’s
Déjà vu
Questions
answers
join as one
Prescience
— shining through
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
"Today I am a joyous soul for across that bridge I will stroll." ~ poet
seraphs serenade the skies
strains unheard by mortal ears
chilling the darkness with notes
of ethereal richness
solo arias announce
the soulful songs of shadows
crossing the bridge to glory
extolling the most faithful
morning follows the lilting
cadence of aural tenors
singing of godly brilliance
with sweet angelic chorus
home at once, at once at home
soft as silken ribbons of
diaphanous tatted lace
comfortable and soothing
Through the eye of the needle
Not to the left or the right
Dodging both on the comets tail
I streak into the light
My last wish out in front
As words melt in a fiery contrail
And with only one question
To weaken my heart
With only one thing to know
The seasons entwine
All beanstalks are felled
With the exit signs all aglow
I crash through the doubt
Releasing new hope
My affirmation now to reign
And look ever further
Beyond my scope
As my senses become untrained
I feel the loose pieces
Start to come off
A new lightness here abounds
The last burden has lifted
Burning bright in my wake
Crossing over—turned around
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Crossing plains
Dressing the part
All in white
Golden halo
Wings spread apart
Flying high now
High now
Flying high
Dressed in style
Ready for the party
Tonight
Tonight’s toasting me
Resting in peace
Come fly high with me
Come fly high
High with me
Rest in peace
Rest in peace
Rest in peace
I can feel my dreams collapse
into a single vibrant image--neural blast--
brief synapse--
of you, above,
as I now exhale my life’s last
true love.
My death,
a final gasped
breath--
I can feel my dreams collapse
as I now exhale my life’s last
breath.
some say the dead are lost souls without vessels ~ life on a doomed dinghy
Expect good things
the moment breathes
Your fear abandoned
the darkness leaves
When least expected
the current calls
Tomorrow waiting
—beyond the falls
(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)
rummaging through memories of time
worlds away in the silence of night
yet merely a dream away
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
He awoke
to the sound of pouring rain,
the wind whistling
around the windmill tower,
the aroma of homemade toasted bread
and coffee brewing on the paraffin stove…
In a daze, eyelids heavy,
he heard distant voices.
“He breathes like a sparrow.
The time is near.”
A tear fell on his frail hand.
In the shadows
the ferryman patiently waited…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A BRIAN STRAND 1097 Poetry Contest
“Life ephemeral, death inevitable
Soul eternal, so dear heart, be free from fear”
Loving hearts entwined, tenderly holding hands in seeming eternity
A flicker in space, gong of death, rudely interrupting delusion reverie
Within the lucid dream, attachments first forged, then stolen by time
Knowing life as it is, though recognising transience, we are in denial
Plunged into dark dungeons of despondent despair our heart bleeds
Sunken vibrations of deep loneliness and anguish shrouds our being
We then shift perspective, looking inwards from the domain of silence
Recognising we all are God essence, eternal boundless bliss and light
In ambedo trance
Myriad images bemuse
Stupor veils the truth
Death akin to changing clothes
No one comes and no one goes
20-October-2021
Let's Mix It Up Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
(couplet, imagism, tanka)
Memory is a river,
bound for the sea
One waterfall to cross
—death’s waters to free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
It took the Israelites forty years
to finally reach the promised land.
I could well take double that time
till my long journey comes to an end.
Having trekked for endless nights and days,
faced many storms and hurdles on the way,
I would at last come to my destination.
Stopping at the bank of the river of fire,
an angel guides me, ferrying me across
to the other side, where resolutely
I walk through a shroud of thick mist.
Then, to the sound of heavenly song,
I step into the realm of Elysian Fields.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A ‘Cross’ themed contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
Placed 2nd
Awarded POTD ~ 1st March 2019
© 27th February 2019
Through the eye of the needle
Not to the left or the right
Dodging both on the comets tail
I streak into the light
My last wish out in front
As words melt in a fiery contrail
And with only one question
To weaken my heart
With only one thing to know
The seasons entwine
All beanstalks are felled
With the exit signs all aglow
I crash through the doubt
Releasing new hope
My affirmation now to reign
And look ever further
Beyond my scope
As my senses become untrained
I feel the loose pieces
Start to come off
A new lightness now abounds
The last burden has lifted
Burning bright in my wake
Crossing over—turned around
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.