The universal does not attract us until housed in an individual.~ R Emerson
FREED AND QUENCHED
She chose chance, outside the tribe
Where she could breathe, and live.....alive
To thrive in freedom of mind
For she was marked.......and not their kind
And yet her stain, became her source
To garrison her moral force
For tho her voice was seldom heard
Her stare declared their rites absurd
For what this creature more than lacked
Was herding instinct, for the pack
By wisdom's choice....she took her leave
As none would notice.... cry or grieve
Without a guide.....she found her source
A wellspring clear and true to course
And when she drank, her spirit grew
For her reflection.....remained true
Pax
A
Sigh
Hormonal Poetry
(Sometimes I just get sick of all the BS)
I'm a man..surrounded by Pictish females.
I'm alive because they willed it to be so,
That's what I deserve for having sisters.
Haahhhhh.....Shhhhhh...
the milk of love allowed me lyfe
sucked from the teat of a sisters breast.
G
Not for me, your vision of her wilderness...
I would die for her favour..
G
Be yourself, inner strength determination! Excellent.
Thanks so very much.
Tracey.
bs i'm with ya on that.
Paul;-]
Love & Light,
Joseph
Love Tinka
Vesna
wise poetry!
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."
Take care,
Sherry
Very inspiring, and out reaching poem..Mrs Hormones..
Felix
THIS is magNIFIcent poetry! To be released of the claustrophobic confines of the masses, she yearns to be free...truly beautiful poem! Enjoyed--
(((HUGS))), love and continued prayers, Karla. :)