precious innocent soul
skipping rocks
on cobblestone roads
vulnerable untarnished pure
no residue of earthly soil
return me to that naiveté
unburdened by layers
of fake masks
and perfect capped teeth
in narcissistic societies
but I shan’t grasp
at ethereal edges
of nebulousness
and ephemeral
innocence
i shall endure
what I abhor
a master’s soul
cannot be forged
in paradise
wisdom’s essence
‘tis not pristine white
hints of ivory
tinge the effervescence
of the sage’s breath
©2017 Jane Taylor Hardy
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Wonderfully written and expressed great write
thank you so much tony ~ i appreciate it :0)
Welcome
it reads almost spiritual, a masters soul cannot be forged in paradise,but here and now
thank you so much ron! i appreciate your gracious comment :0)
Love the way this is woven together into a great poem!
thank your for your kind and thoughtful comment jarid!
Preciousness of soul is well reflected in this poem. No earthly matter touches soul. Soul carries wisdom. Sage’s breath is wonderful. An excellent poem is shared here.
Pintu ~ thank you for your ever kind and gracious comment!
The innocence of being very young. I saw that recently in a co-worker's child's face. My heart melted. I tried not to think that one day this beautiful child might grow into a tough-to-handle teenager. :)Wonderful work.
Thank you so much! I really appreciate it!
The Greek philosopher Plato had said all our learning commences with recollection of the wisdom which lies in our soul after birth! Your lovely poem has that spiritual and mystic touch! - Raj, New Delhi
thank you so very kindly raj!
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