Ambient

Ambient

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce

Within these meditative stone walls

some magic has passed

since we spoke last

and I must pass this story on.

 

A white wolf came

immediately to me-

I reached to pet her

as her beauty touched

me deep within my soul.

 

But, 'No', she replied

'I do not want to be a dog,

I can't be leashed

But you will see me again.'

 

Within these same walls

this summer past

my son and I found

a dead luna moth

and he said,

'Mommy, we must take it to the garden.'

 

'Place it, Mommy, on this stone

and set it on fire

to let it's soul free' is what he said.

How can this be

that he should know

of such a thing, I pondered.

 

These tender souls flitting

about the herbs and weeds and grasses

where I went to write

each eve and every morn.

 

Special beings each are they

one I birthed

the other came to me in wonder-

the first brings awe

the second let noone put asunder.

 

But keep them safe

in every place

that they shall go-

My love for each

runs deeper still

with the rising of the wind

and a song I would like to send

to each and everyone-

true love graces

do exist

Mother Nature's spirits reign

Supreme within

our land and

the Poet's hand

as well as in our

enchanted garden.

 

 

© 2008 Siddartha Beth Pierce


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This is another great poem. Oh yes, the little fresh eyes of their souls. Nothing getting in the way of an almost pure heart. The images they see portrayed in their own language. Yes it is amazing.
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Place it, Mommy, on this stone
and set it on fire
to let it's soul free' is what he said.
How can this be
that he should know
of such a thing, I pondered.


These tender souls flitting
about the herbs and weeds and grasses
where I went to write
each eve and every morn.


Special beings each are they
one I birthed
the other came to me in wonder-
the first brings awe
the second let noone put asunder.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________
Wonderful

Art

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

This is another great poem. Oh yes, the little fresh eyes of their souls. Nothing getting in the way of an almost pure heart. The images they see portrayed in their own language. Yes it is amazing.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________

Place it, Mommy, on this stone
and set it on fire
to let it's soul free' is what he said.
How can this be
that he should know
of such a thing, I pondered.


These tender souls flitting
about the herbs and weeds and grasses
where I went to write
each eve and every morn.


Special beings each are they
one I birthed
the other came to me in wonder-
the first brings awe
the second let noone put asunder.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________
Wonderful

Art

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Siddartha Beth Pierce
Siddartha Beth Pierce

Richmond, VA



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