Viaggio Solenne



Viaggio Solenne
Solemn Journey

A Reflective Poem



I walked across a turf of green

And halted where I’d be unseen

To snatch a look one final time

Of all I was to leave behind



The beckoning of a blackbird heard

Ironic doves of white appeared

I swiftly summoned my untamed herd

My spirit pained, eternally seared



Took one last look, or so I thought

At fields of roses budding by

At nectar craving bees and birds

At obese clouds across the sky



Took one last gasp, so I assumed

Of Spanish oaks and olive trees

Of planted fields of fresh grown corn

Of sweetly sour strawberries



The light was fading quickly out

I felt a sense of urgency

I moved toward the darkened clout

I walked yet with insurgency



Yet, then I stopped and moved away

The coming of another day

As gleam pierced through the gloom and shade

I stared at death one final time,

Yet, chose the path that life had made.



(c) Mia Michelle McClain

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