Walking Time

Walking Time long poem

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It was the Walking Time again
The time on which to ponder
Wonder, wander
Across the wild heather and heath

Coals, greys, hints of blue are above
Looking down as if there is nothing beyond
A blanket, envelope
Surrounding and encompassing thought and feeling

Footfall and step is my metronome
With breath, heart, and clock
Ticking, ticker
Exploring the landscape of heal and veil

Where, in life, will my path be?
Working my ego or that of another?
Employment, deployment
In which society shall the Vision be?

The Walking Time, again
Contemplation, reflection, desire
Weigh up, scale down
The purpose, the meaning, the doing, of life

Decisions to be made, or not
Now is the moment of destiny, or not
Meditate, debate, mediate
The answer is a blinding light, or not

Step off the track, preacher
Be guided by cairns and stone circles
Converge soul and vision quest
This is the walking time, once more

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Keep On Keepin’ On

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Trevor Maynard (1963) was born in Southend-on-Sea, Essex, England. He is the editor of The Poetic Bond series including THE POETIC BOND, THE POETIC BOND II, THE POETIC BOND III and THE POETIC BOND IV. Trevor's new poetry collection KEEP ON KEEPIN' ON is now available. He read Theatre Studies and Dramatic Art at Royal Holloway College and has worked for ten years in the theater, writing, directing and producing. Trevor is married to Jo and has four kids, six grandchildren, as well as a cat. Other works include FOUR TRUTHS (2010), a collection of four one act plays, and two single plays, GLASS and FROM PILLOW TO POST.
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Walking time is the time to debate, meditate…very well said!


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