The colorless tale revealed
the thunder within the traveler,
lost among thoughts of another drab day
absent the echoing light
normally demanding something
approaching the end.
Rest — or the appearance
of cloudy dreams lifting him
above
the gray skies
underfoot — is weary while an end
itself and for him,
thundering only a little longer.
© 2020 | Phillip Knight Scott
dVerse Poets Pub: MTB Lists that Google Give us. I started with “rest is…” and took some liberties with “rest is for the weary”
Often Mumbled Musings 
I love this… to me this is like the rest deserved when reaching the summit (just like in your picture)
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A powerful response to the prompt, Philip! I love; “Rest — or the appearance of cloudy dreams lifting him above the gray skies.” 🙂
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Beautiful. ❤ ❤
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I love this my friend.
“lost among thoughts of another drab day
absent the echoing light
normally demanding something
approaching the end.”
Great lines.
Have an amazing evening. Hugs Joni💕❤️
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Excellent rendering of the prompt. Terrific word-weaving and stream of consciousness. Like Bjorn, I was a hiker, and the Cascade foothills are rife with tops, meadows, and waterfalls that sing the songs of rest.
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Nice! The picture is perfect, I get the feeling through pic and words of the weary traveler. The thunder in the traveler is interesting and we feel through the poem the great reward rest and a reset provides.
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I like the way the world within and the world without are blurred and we seem to move between them.
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Were you weary to start with, Phillip, when you typed in ‘rest is’? I am definitely weary of drab days absent of echoing light. Your poem gave me a lift, particularly when I read the lines:
‘…an end
itself and for him,
thundering only a little longer.’
I know I’ll get where I need to be.
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Love the meditative tone 🙂
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Your imagery is stunning, Phillip. You painted a perfect picture of a drab day.
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Hi Philip, I’m a day late getting around to reading other peoples work. This prom today, or I should say yesterday, was a challenge for me, but I love what you have written here. Thunderingly good! 🙂 And I really like the image.
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You present an interesting paradox with…
“absent the echoing light
normally demanding something
approaching the end”
with
“rest … is weary”
That rest should be so, at least in this instance.
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the grey skies underfoot–what a wonderful image of weariness (K)
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Enjoyed this …. and yes, rest is always recommended for the weary.
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