A Free Spirit

The key to sharing a wild soul is to make him or her feel like they can be freer with you than with anybody else.

Free as a hawk on gilded wings,

Coasting which ever way the forever winds blow.

 

Bending, yielding, gliding, over the norms,

Willing to share my wild soul.

 

A floating feather gracefully swaying,

Landing on powdered moss.

 

My soul marches to a different drummer,

The off-count, out-of-sync, wild abandon, harmonious whole.

 

I have no box to confine me or hold me captive,

The walls are torn down like Germany's Berlin.

 

Soaring above lofty ideals, constraints, petty beliefs,

Creativity and love is my very breath and sunshine.

 

Child-like wonder and soft-light filled eyes,

Seek the hidden corners of the world.

 

Love is a concept to be explored and embraced,

Welcome with open arms to my simple heat.

 

Joy is unfettered lifting spirits up high,

Twittering with folly and laughter of sprites in the gloam.

 

Independent fierceness with a gentle, sensitive soul,

Uninhibited brightness rolled into calm sweetness.

 

A heart that cannot be captured, chained, against its will,

The bird will beat its wings against the cage and die.

 

Resentment and hate can build with injustice,

Binding of wings soaring no more.

 

Acceptance is my need, my requirement for trust,

Who I am is who I will be, forever more eternally free.

 

Author's Note

Feel free

Image - http://www.ryoung-art.com/Free%20Spirit%20oil%20painting.htm

Reviews

[Cassiopia Summers]

The ending was perfect, however there are some flaws in the flow or the lines. You should read the poem aloud and see which ones I speak of, if they were smoothed out then the piece would be an amazing write. :) I still like it though, free and roaming fer sure.

[David Michael]

Very eloquently put! It's interesting how we associate freedom and soaring - I guess to us flight would provide a measure of freedom.

Out of curiosity, did you mean "soft, light-filled eyes" in the 7th stanza (13th line)? I get that "soft-light filled eyes" could mean "eyes filled with soft light", but it just seemed strange. Just curious - not a criticism. It IS poetry after all! :)

[Inyourshadow]

My soul marches to a different drummer,
The off-count, out-of-sync, wild abandon, harmonious whole.

Love the idea of moving to ones own beat, this is a beautifully free flowing piece mirroring perfectly the topic and the intention of your words. Loved it, oh to feel the abandonment of true freedom, keep em' coming

[KAREN]

Powerful solid write!

[VelvetRosetta]

A very pensive write, and ended perfectly...

[Chris]

Tone, heart, good flow...

Chris

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

Very powerful! Love it!

[Mike Winegar]

I love the freedom of feeling and thought in this poem.

[Jeremy Baker]

This is a beautiful and uplifting, inspiring poem.