Regeneration.
Take care fellow traveller
when walking with me.
Wayward from now is my new destiny.
This is no pale powder-puffed
genteel lass today.
No more the simple or simpering lady.
Regeneration has opened love's
highway to welcome air.
The former conformer is no longer there.
No scrap of convention can be
found in my freedom.
Life yells in loud invitation now I am me.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: February 1st, 2018 06:06
- Comment from author about the poem: A fun-piece of happy froth after seeing the picture.
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Comments6
Isn't it wonderful when that happens!!
I agree the experience of regeneration is awesome Lorna. - Thanks muchly for your comment.
A wild-child?! heehee. Fine write Fay.
Free child rather than wild I would think dear Orchi - - glad you enjoyed the read.
Great write
Thank you Tony.
Welcome
oh great joyloads - love it Fay.
Thought you would like the freshness of picture and imagery Michael - thanks a load for the visit and comment.
And there she goes...gallivanting around with a big smile on her face!
I like that new you, Fay, and I like your poem too!
Ha ha - - only at times I feel the same way as the picture suggests Fred -- what a delight though to sense freedom on such a level eh ? - - So grateful for your input my friend.
Super write, that door into a new you is a wonderful feeling.
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