The Next Great Adventure

Opening the door

this morning

devoid of song

I almost

would come into the room

where the sun comes in

and I wonder about that. 

Rain is auspicious,

a different thing.

It's all over now — but still

if the way had been clear....

Some give up altogether. I go on.

At least the marigolds

covered the road,

creating a new path

as one dimly remembered

more than any other.

That memory of that moment,

indeterminate as clouds —

this is everything!

Where have you gone

from ghosts and weeping?

Without breaking down and screaming,

it seems uncertain.

Darkness.

Poetic Asides April Poem A Day Challenge 2013, 29: Use a line from a previous April poem as title. 

I decided to have fun taking it further and making a whole poem out of lines from previous poems written this April, i.e. a cento. To be specific, an 'egomaniacal cento'; the normal cento uses lines from other poets. (The resulting poem is nonsense, of course — but I hope that it almost makes sense!)

Also submitted 8 Feb, 2015 to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #238