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| The Sunday Muse |
This child in her cannot be caged
she still enjoys walks in the rain
communing with trees gently aged
listening to nature's sweet serenade
singing to the pitter-patter refrain
this child in her cannot be caged
day dreaming in a forest glade
here there is no need to explain
communing with trees gently aged
whimsical moments cannot be staged
and birds will nest in spring again
this child in her cannot be caged
on the whispers of love she played
deep in her heart a fairy tale reigns
communing with trees gently aged
in the heavens a thunderstorm raged
perhaps, the rain eases the pain
this child in her cannot be caged
communing with trees gently aged
linking with The Sunday Muse
sharing with earthweal
Thank you for visiting...
May you inner child always remain free...
The heart of a child and the beauty of nature go hand in hand. A lovely and inspiring message in your beautiful poem Truedessa! So glad you joined us this week my friend!
ReplyDeleteThank you Carrie for reaching out, it means a lot. I have been out trying to find pieces of me.
DeleteHey, so nice to see you at Muse again! I was just asking Carrie if she knew where you'd gone off to!
ReplyDeleteThank you for thinking of me! I think I just needed a bit of a break.
DeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteWe lose that inner child, we're doomed.
Thank you, so true Alex.
DeleteLove the line that powers this and the idea of resisting the cage.
ReplyDeleteThe inner child needs to stay free, it keeps one imaginative and hopefully.
DeleteHow beautiful!
ReplyDelete“communing with trees gently aged” ... Love.
I do love the trees...
DeleteLovely villanelle. I can hear the rain falling in it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jane, I haven't written one in some time but, I guess the rain called for refrains.
DeleteSo lovely, life affirming ~~~ I hope never to lose my inner child♥️
ReplyDeleteI too hope you always keep her alive and well. May, it be so!
DeleteCommunity with gently aged trees and listening to the pitter patter of rain cause my inner child to FLY! Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteSoar Bev as high as you can go....
DeleteThe ultimate freedom, to be a child among such trees.
ReplyDeleteTruly, there is wisdom in the trees.
Delete'deep in her heart a fairy tale reigns' - magical. This was a joy to read.
ReplyDeleteThank you! May we hold on to the hope of happy endings and love winning.
DeleteThis is beautiful, wistful, lovely.......and true. Those of us who keep our sense of wonder are lucky indeed. So glad to see you at The Muse and earthweal, my friend. Lovely, always, to read your true voice.
ReplyDeleteThank you my kind friend, my inner child keeps my imagination strong and my dreams alive…
DeleteThe rhythm is so alluring. Enjoyed reading your poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blog today Trudessa
Much❤love
Thank Gillena! Have a wonderful week.
DeleteLove the rhythm and rhyme in this! JIM
ReplyDeleteThank you Jim!
DeleteI liked this a lot, especially the line, "child in her cannot be caged ..." and her liking running in the rain. That used to be me when I was still running, I loved to run in the rain, I even imagined running as free as a deer.
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There is something freeing about walking or running in the rain. I still enjoy splashing in a puddle or two.
DeleteLovely. HOw I wish that no child was ever caged - and my inner child is often the healthiest and happiest part of me.
ReplyDeleteI agree no child should ever be caged! May your inner child always thrive.
DeleteSo pleased to hear your inner child is free!
ReplyDeleteI hope yours is free as well, Ingrid
DeletePerfect form for this inner child poem, keep it close to your heart.
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