Soul wanders Moorwards.
Lingering, wondering when
Seen. Pulled. Thrust. Taken.
- Author: sylviasearcher ( Offline)
- Published: January 9th, 2019 08:28
- Category: Unclassified
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Soul wanders Moorwards.
Lingering, wondering when
Seen. Pulled. Thrust. Taken.
Comments5
sometimes.. words make one ache so very tenderly...
How beautifully said. I couldn't respond to this poem any better. I agree.
My pleasure Aislinn... N
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So much said in so few words
Multilayered with many different meanings
Astounding write my friend. ππΌπ«
Yes for a woman of many many words, sometimes I can appreciate wheness is more.
This makes me homesick for a place I've never been.
Then I think you felt what I felt π€
A special piece of work Sylvia
Thanks Michael. It just emerged from a sensation I was having.
I get these funny episodes. I've learned they usually pass.
what type of poem would this be classified as, just curious? π thanks
Well I don't like to open up the whole senyru/ haiku debate.
Hence I did not name it as such.
We could debate it but I think I'd stay on the fence as I'm not too interested in categorisation.
I never got my poetic licence lol π
Well it's classic 575 and it has a human aspect - I would put it into the senryu envelope
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