A good inclination is but the first rude draught of virtue, but the
finishing strokes are from the will, which, if well disposed, will by
degrees perfect it, as if all disposed will quickly deface it....Unknown
~~~CARESS THE INCLINATION~~~
I've an appetite for fancy, and I'm so inclined to dream
I get lost in the abstractions, thru a maze of endless themes
I have visions of desires, I keep snuggled deep within
Rested dreams of temporal visions, where my hunger does begin
I'm delirious by reasons, I leave open to my view
By the melody of wind songs...I hear whispers old and new
From the logical and formal, to the stately and refined
I would venture past the borders, linked and fenced about my mind
How I cherish these distractions, I've sequestered in my nest
For they've healed the hurt and calmed...this tempest in my breast
By thought of sweet amusements, that beguile by design
I caress this inclination......and I sigh.... with peace........ of mind
Ahhhhhhhhh
Lady A
So many 'supress' their inclinations, they are imprisoned within their own minds. We should always remember to rejoice at our 'freeness of speech'
Anthony
and "caress the inclination " as you so
poetically put this wonderful message...
hugs..floria
Love Tinka
"How I cherish these distractions, I've sequestered in my nest
For they've healed the hurt and calmed...this tempest in my breast"
Great lines. Poetry heals the soul.
hormonal or not, you are a poetess, devine :)
beautiful verse!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
and this is divnely written!A joy to read!
Jack
Pure poetry Lady A......Fantastic work......ty, Dani