On The Train To Michigan. Poetry.

I wrote this on the train ride back to Michigan to pack up my tiny apartment to start my life with the Mr. I dabble here and there with poetry. I am trying to return to my roots. Let me know if you could see what I saw as I wrote it.

I see our love growing in the mountains
Our little house atop the palatial slate cliff
The cliff drops down to greet the effulgent river below
Our little house built with walls so stiff
To keep the cold crisp October air out
A robust fire and hearty meal keep our family near
Our love growing like the splattering of fall foliage throughout the hills
Not an intruding sound from the hustle and bustle could one hear
Love allowed to grow like the ferns that take shelter in the woods below
Sheltered from the outside curiosity and ignorance to a love like ours

Or maybe amongst tall ears of golden fall corn our love will grow

Where the only sound can be heard is the wind rustling through the lanky maize towers

Perfection found in the yellows and reds of Indian corn, the deep hues of pumpkins and gourds

With the crunching of earthen brown leaves beneath our feet

Remind us of the tenacity that we have to allow our love to grow organically

Where negativity is mixed with manure and peat

Freshly folded and turned into the fields for next year’s harvest

So that a bountiful vibrant love may flourish

Or maybe we will renovate a dilapidated house

In a city where dreams came to perish
Next to rusty skeletons of a once bountiful economy
We will find our love growing beneath the peeling wall paper
Finding shelter behind replaced window panes
Under the patched roof our love grows while the criticisms begin to taper
We will rock the years away in our chairs under the shade of our front porch

But maybe we will never find shelter in any of these places
No refuge from the outside world’s hostilities
The only thing is that is written in the hard lines upon our faces
Is the love we have for each other
No matter where we find ourselves in the harsh environment
Our love will thrive
Protected by the fortitude of our faith
It can only but survive

Sama Plunkett-Rizwan ©2013