Tossing, turning
mind over matter, matter over all
stretched too far, frail frame cannot take
and you heed the call of the wild.
Weaving in and out of young saplings
crunching pine needles underfoot
(along with your dignity as of late)
falling beyond this life
and seeing the world through history's eyes.
Feeling the air, thick with stories and possibiility.
The dirt and dust, roadmaps of time
leading to the adventure your heart so desperately needs.
The future (and doom) of this world
laid out in the scared fury of each animal's eye
watching you from the shadows.
As your poetic soul is reborn, the earth spins anew
and inspiration burns brightly in your veins.
All it took was a walk among the wolves and wind
to discover your true (nature)
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love most of your images, but the way the poem is phrased doesn't tickle my fancy. I don't know...You don't need so many, () in my opinion.
Overall this poem is a good write, thanks for entering it into my contest.
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This is a really interesting write. I really like the nature in it, and how it ties in with inspiration. It made me think, and i like that. As always you have written a wonderful piece of art. I love the line "As your poetic soul is reborn, the earth spins anew
and inspiration burns brightly in your veins." Brilliant
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Kristin, first I would like to thank you for all of your recent visits and comments
I see you have not lost your touch for excellence yet [as this proves]. I could interprete this in many ways and even really stretch the meaning. However I am going with my first instinct, and that points me to somehow having lost the way and pursuing things of little importance and getting so caught up that the true self gets completely lost. So this could be finally seeing that the path is and was the wrong one [for there are wolves waiting to devour souls]or the exact opposite....looking at it from the perspective of the wolves who are scared when they see how many of us do sell out [our souls and or beliefs to become like hungry wolves-while destroying them] It is a role not fit for us and it projects a false image about them. The last stanza is a very powerful one..."and all it took was".......yet so many times we do believe that we are beyond finding our own truth again. I know I am babbling, but this made a lot of thoughts run through my mind and I am sure it will return to me throughout the course of the day. Thx again and all my best wishes,
Love,
reenie
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