ESCAPE
The door to the greatest house of all, the ocean’s edge,
tempts me to leave myself and enter.
This echo of the ocean is the dove in me
that carries the message that I want to fly.
Soaring dove, I want to ride on your back
to the crack of sunrise—to its flower.
To forget the lone compulsions
of the logic that has frozen me.
If I could let this hard time pass,
I might grow less diverted as my distance from it grows.
Time’s ricochet might drive me to the ocean’s rim,
revealing to me that I no longer want to toil.
The stress of guilt slows down
and if I choose to let it, falls behind.
Time will devour my past no matter how grand its scale––
revoke my sentence and set me free.
I will pass and repass it
on my round journey,
until my whole life
finally wears away.
For dVerse Poets Open Link Night. To see other poems for this prompt, go HERE.
AI image from dVerse Poets prompt.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Such a profound poem Judy.
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Some deep thoughts there. Worth pondering.
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I must say to you Judy, That I have never been much of a fan of D’verse Poetry, Often taking it as a cop out of “poetry” and not even getting near to Prose. I joined a Poetry group in San Antonio and that was the only type of poetry they wrote or read. I was so disappointed. I wrote a poem for them in a contest they had on their subject being the word “Peace”, Their main comment seemed to be “it rhymed”~! and did not even consider reading it to the group. I had been driving a hundred miles to meet with these people who did not appreciate my type of writing and I did not appreciate what they were reading.
I say all of this Judy to tell you that I have always enjoyed every D’verse poem you have written. They say something to me.. Not, “the sky is blue” or “flowers smell nice”, they actually say something nice and make sense. Thanks for letting me know that some people who write or enjoy D’verse poetry can understand what it really should be. I could have said all of this in rhyme, but it is a slow Saturday morning and I have not yet gotten rid of my morning growl.
My thought today is that this is the start of a sad weekend, and I am afraid that by Monday Joe Biden will probably be dropping out of the Presidential race. So we may be looking at two people that we really do not feel should be our President~! That made me think once again think about that poem that I submitted to that “bunch”, which by the way has now disbanded, So here is my poem PEACE which elsewhere and won awards.
SAN
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Judy, I appreciate the vulnerability you share here. This resonates deeply for me:
To forget the lone compulsions
of the logic that has frozen me.
I see that passing and repassing as being like stones, the witnesses and holders of memory, wearing away over time.
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Wow, Judy, profound!👍
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Such a great opening line!
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Such an amazing poem, Judy, that resonates with me. I know that urge to escape, and you have captured it so well, especially in the lines:
‘This echo of the ocean is the dove in me
that carries the message that I want to fly’
and
‘Time will devour my past no matter how grand its scale––
revoke my sentence and set me free.’
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I felt that way the whole time I was growing up but I followed the pull and traveled widely and now feel content with where I am and wish I could just stay here!
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Me too!
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Just, this is excellent. “This echo of the ocean is the dove in me
that carries the message that I want to fly.”
“Time will devour my past no matter how grand its scale––
revoke my sentence and set me free.”
❤️🙏🏻
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**Judy, not just. Not sure how that happened…
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Love this especially; “If I could let this hard time pass, I might grow less diverted as my distance from it grows.” 🩷🩷
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