Drift

Teddy.15

 
I'll lay me down on a leaf 
drift me down stream 
 
my soul of gold 
 
I'm not quite ready yet 
to stand myself back up
 
I'll lay me down on a leaf 
as the wind takes it's gasps
blowing me gently through the ripples
 
whilst listening to the orchestra of Nightingales 
 
I have no idea where I'll end up?
 
but I know that where ever it may be...
 
I'll be surrounded by nature's glorious painting.
 
 
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  • Demar Desu - 德马尔·德苏

    Oak, Lily pad, maple? Do you have a leaf preference? Great poem

  • sorenbarrett

    There is a feel of abandoning oneself to the whims of nature in this poem. Drifting as on a leaf allowing the currents and winds of fortune to carry one feels so free but at the same time with unknown trepidation. Well done my friend

    • Teddy.15

      Yes, out of the ashes of grief we have to regain our bearings because it's life's wish. 🌹 Thank you dearest sorrenbarret I hope I am not depressing you all, too much 🤣

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome Teddy no not at all this poem actually seemed light, not bright per se but drifting as if down a slow moving stream in a boat on a summer day.



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