(For visually challenged writers, the image shows a secluded corner, with calm water reflecting the green leaves of summer.)
Where I was once in tranquil calm
Amid the greens, where waters flow
In long-lost summers’ timeless balm,
In soft repose, so long ago,
Where I was once in damp
Clothes and peals of laughter
On that lush river bank
Time misted thereafter,
Where I was, once
A more whole me,
Now dissonance
Comes seeking me
Where I,
Free, without qualms
Could access sanctuary;
Where I was once in tranquil calm.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
With thanks to Sue Vincent for her latest #writephoto prompt.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 
Delightful melody. Lovely poem Antonia.
Thank you 🙂
Beautiful.
Thank you 😊
Gorgeous, Antonia. Perhaps returning with heal…
Sometimes it has to be about living as well as possible with, not healing, much as I’d like to. Frankly, as far as times in tranquil places I refer to are concerned I’m overjoyed if there is a wheelchair accessible path. Thanks for the comment and the inspiration, as always. 💜
I know what you mean. My son has a similar problem and so many places are not accessible. On the other hand, that seldom stops him doing outrageous things once he has made up his mind.
Good for him! I used to as well. I’m less outrageous now though I know those who would disagree. I’m glad your son has spirit, it will take him places no paths will. 😊
It took him on a five thousand mile wander round India last year… even though he can’t walk and half his body doesn’t work any more 🙂 he’s jumped out of planes, completed a triathlon and … well, I’m just surprised I haven’t had heart failure yet 😉
Brilliant! He knows how to get the most out of life. 😊
When he can be bothered to get out of bed 😉
This is so beautiful! You spoke my heart! ❤