Sunday, January 4, 2015

A Pebble On The Mountain--By Pam Murray--Canada

A Pebble On The Mountain

Thirty years have laid my surface bare,
Padded shape and painted silver hair.
They’ve leant my mind a different point of view
And blinded eyes that once looked up to you.

Thirty years laid waste the dreams of youth
Controlling my achievements with the truth.
And thirty years have opened up my eyes
I see how far I am from being wise.

Thirty years once seemed so far away
But now it seems I started yesterday
Along a road that traveled much too fast,
A blur of motion as it spiraled past.

Thirty years is just a knot in time;
A pebble on this mountain that I climb.

Born in Calgary, Alberta, Pam Murray has been writing poetry since the mid-1960’s.  She was married for over 41 years and has two daughters, a son-in-law, and a grandson.  Pam has been published in a variety of venues.  Her proudest writing accomplishment was a poem she wrote for a United Way fundraiser, which was later framed with a French translation and hung on the wall of the legislature in Ottawa, Canada.  To her, poetry is a transposition of a vision she sees in her mind.  Writing and crocheting are her passions.

4 comments:

  1. very thoughtful and thought-provoking poem, my friend

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  2. I can so relate to this. Thank you. Maureen

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  3. Nice work, Pam. A nicely-woven poem full of imagery. I enjoyed reading and meditating upon it. Continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com

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  4. Pam, I loved the way this poem flowed and yes the time we spend on this earth goes so swiftly. Mountain climbing can sure be tiresome at times. For me a helping hand is always welcome. I love coming to Whispers and reading the poems that give me a helping hand along my way. Your second verse I can sure relate too. The older I get the more I know I don't know. But perhaps we can all reach the top together here on Whispers.
    Love, Charlene

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