Rocky Pilgrimage

Our Christmas 2014 effort. Truly an honour to work with these wonderful writers..

The voice of collaborative poetry


My pilgrimage has led me here.
Stationed among the downy clouds
yet securely moored by ageless stone,
to give account to whispers in the wind.

I hear from deep within the cairn,
the voices from my distant past,
of every end that came to this
of every soul who passed before.

Stack of grief, stock of knowledge,
Help me, be my stepping-stones,
For the morrow beckons still
From the far-off future frontier.

Silent, stately imposing looming power,
Passive and constant yet growing,
Each step I have made, each struggle manifest
My life, my regrets, my losses, my loves

The tribulations of a life lived hard,
hewing blocks of inner fortitude.
Flimsy pile of grace under pressure
a granite strength only loosely bound.

This pile has been my North Star heretofore,
My heavy leaden heart’s magnetic tug.
Each slipping stumbling step, each wayward walk,
This granite beacon guided me anew.


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2 thoughts on “Rocky Pilgrimage

  1. heh. its so cool how you all are able to pull this off…in hte opening gambit i really like the feeling of journey…and all to give account to the whispers of the wind….that line gives it a cool mysticism…the rock stacks…guiding points…we all need them…

    • Oh, hey, Brian.. Thank you.. I’m a bit hit&amiss with putting them onto my site as well, but have resolved to be more timely this year.. As well as on dVerse. Fingers crossed.. Thanks for your lovely feedback here. xV.x

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