Soul wanders Moorwards.
Lingering, wondering when
Seen. Pulled. Thrust. Taken.
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sylviasearcher (
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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
Thank you for aching tenderly at my words. I didn't realise words of mine could do that!
some words can do just that...
So much said in so few words
Multilayered with many different meanings
Astounding write my friend. 👍🏼💫
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 🖤
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? 🙂 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 🙃
Well it's classic 575 and it has a human aspect - I would put it into the senryu envelope
I suppose I always include some natural element in my senyru/haiku because I am compelled to always root humans in nature (moorwards) or use nature's msraphors but the topic is human. I was reading an article about it the other day.
And think on balance you are right.
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