Created by a breath of wind Slowly the
appearance developed Struggling violently at first To come forth Almost
to be destroyed In that instant of thrashing about
The desire for freedom was stronger Growing at
first colorless With the desire of motion Slowly maturing fully Seeking
independence While the wind supported its weight
Floating jubilantly experienced by
life Nevertheless the ecstasy lasted Merely a few moments Of that
precious existence Life color beauty, were inscribed within Slowly
breaking awy from its creator’s grasp
Not knowing not feeling not
understanding Upon entering this world This unique tiny bubble
achieved Complete tranquility and freedom Before its demise Will
you
I needed to go back before going forward with your work. This first posting is significant to me - was it so for you? Love poetry and poets but sometimes I just don't understand them...This I do. Thank you!
An inspiration write. A beauty that flows through the reader. this creates a calmness within me. Always there is that will to fight for tranquility and freedom. Always there is that hope to cling to moments before they pass. A well done free flow!
To my writes,
I have been told that my writings, relate to the poetic styles of, John Donne, George Herbert, and many other early 17th-century English poets. By believing that enlightenment c.. more..