Bits Of Human Nature

I really was a loss with the title...

Words are playful kittens

Tumbling in the yard

Until cautious, calculated cats

They become

Emotions are hikers

And up and down

The mountain they go

Until weariness and reason force them

Straight to go

Senses are horses wild

And unashamed

Until burned by the touch of a whip

At will to move

And by taught rein

Tamed

Higher knowledge

Is a vibrant blossom

Waiting for one to discover

Its seed

And cause it to grow

 

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Ohh its like your telling everything thats found in our way..
Words are playful tiny things,they play as young till old age
where they mature to tell and ready to describe what they see
emotions will rotate ,jump high and low..and play too
till get so wearied..only those with a long breath they may show
senses are wild with no shame,but we control with all might
we force some to abate and let others to be free
knowledge is something we always seek
its why we are here,and we look everywhere
to find some will help us to grow
other will keep us young,and witty
lovely write..

[Jeff Loquist]

you. are absolutely correct

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

I will restrain my fingertips from spilling wordy thoughts and simply sit here for a while basking in the brilliant wisdom and beauty of this multilayered intricate tapestry~

[Ed Hart]

all this is true...hold on tight

[Looouise]

I like how everything in this poem is easy to associate with the wider world you've compared it to. Kittens, I can imagine as children with no care in the world to their vocabulary, spitting out words that they don't necessarily mean - then they become adults, and words have to calculated and thought of before they come out of a mouth. :]

I particularly loved the part about the wild horses and senses, I thought that one was rather beautiful, as well as the vibrant blossom. :]

I think this is a beautiful poem, and I love the analogies and comparisons. :]