As the cold brutal winds of man
Finally break me
My descent is without sound
As philosophers gather to ponder
The existence of a fallen tree
As I lie amidst the life at forest floor
The sky embraces
My elevation defies the laws of man
As scientists consider
The reincarnation of my thousand faces
Mountains murmour
Beneath oscillating oceans
Scattering sandbeds
Sensing
Me
As I dance and fly and run with Noone
But my many selves
My being becomes a riddle
As I learn
And into my soul defiantly delve
Mountains murmour
Beneath oscillating oceans
Scattering sandbeds
Sensing
Me
Boulders bellow
Wild waves awaken
Swirling sandbeds
Reaching
Me
Evermore
They whisper
Evermore
They sing
Evermore
A homecoming
Myself
To life
We bring
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Very nice
Thanks Richard š
sylviasearcher,
A compelling read. Your write reminds me of Maya Angelouās āI Know Why The Caged Bird Singsā. A powerful literary piece!
Your poemās meaning is heightened with the repeating stanza. It works very well as does Judy Garlandās
š¶Over The Rainbow š¶
A super write!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura, I adore Maya Angelou, so to echo the sentiments of one of her great pieces is a great compliment. I have not read I know why the caged bird sings for a while.
Her writing is so powerful and defiant.
Thanks again
Sylvia
Yes, sheās one of the greatest!
I sense thee near & breathe deep pon those pulse points you try so hard to hide behind.... beautiful poem and true.. N
Thanks N.
It was about being at home with nature.
I didn't think I hid my pulse points?
I sensed that... maybe there's summat wrong with me senses... now I'm sounding like orchi swoon....
Oh don't go swooning I may blush?
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