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What do you know of my wild soul
it longs to soar with the birds up high
it longs to swim, with gills and fins
with the creatures of the river/sea
what if the birds all disappeared
what if the waterways simply dried up
What do you know of my wild soul
my inner desire to commune with nature
sitting on a mountaintop, on an autumn day
watching the squirrels and deer nearby
what if the trees were no longer here
what if there were no nuts or berries
What do you know of my wild soul
it follows the flute's sweet serenade
embracing a time where love reigned
dreaming under stars and moonlit sky
what if the music ceased to play
what if the stars no longer burned bright
What do you know of my wild soul
beating within me the poetry of life
leaving breadcrumbs in the journey
so you might know my wild soul....
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What do you know of my wild soul
ReplyDeleteit follows the flute's sweet serenade
embracing a time where love once reigned
Very true, True! Love is no more visible not apparent anymore but the contrary seems to be seen with lots of pain and misery! How's the going Ma'am?
Hank
Hi Hank, I am ok, just going through the motions of my life.
DeleteVery well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteThis in style and topic, subject is fascinating and instructive: lovely form, wonderful 'voice,' really a good read that would be so nice to use in the classroom. Gave me so many ideas about what good poetry is. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, I am honored you feel it is worthy of a classroom. Nature has so much to offer. Peace to your wild soul.
DeleteWe know so little of the wild soul, that's the point. Or knew so little of it when it was still around.
ReplyDeleteBrendan here
DeleteThank you , we still have much to learn, the scope of the wild soul is vast.
DeleteLoving the repetition and most especially that last stanza!
ReplyDeleteThank you, i world return a visit but, i don't know who you are.
Deletesigh....don't know why my comment posted as anonymous....it's lillian here. Pubtender for OLN at dVerse.
ReplyDeleteI have been having issue on some blogs as well. It only lets me comment as anonymous. Thanks for letting me know who left the message.
DeleteHow lovely to come in here this morning and find such a beautiful poem! Sorry to be late coming around, was offline last night. This poem would make a wonderful song, True...........I love the refrains in between the stanzas - such impact for the reader to contemplate the beauty - and the possibility of it being lost.
ReplyDeleteThank you my friend! May the songs of nature always me with you.
DeleteAll those what ifs are too close for comfort...(Kerfe)
ReplyDeleteA bit too close to reality. There are many places where the water has dried up.
DeleteThis poem just made me convinced in that real thinkers don't have answers but they do bring in the important questoins.
ReplyDeleteThinkers explore ideas and usually do ask many questions. I believe the questions are worth pondering. Solutions cant be found without thinking through possibilities.
DeleteAnother poem I just love.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sandra!
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