Poem -
Don'T slAm tHe gaTe
Sanity... a pompous thing I
never rated
Finally gave up
Its mission... unsated
It left through the garden,
slamming the gate
Oh what a relief, what a lifting
of weight
And now
I was free
Free to listen to wind
An ethereal tinkling of chimes
Never still
And now I was free,
unburdened and me
Stripped bare, enlightened
and humbled... by bee...
A mind wove in flowers and
crowned in green leaves
A spirit child sheltered and
shaded by trees
Dancing with spirit, with
creation... in bliss, bathed in
a shimmering
So easy to miss...so...
Free free free free...on a
madness, I'm high
Gliding in skies where...
You never did die
M P 30/6/21
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Awww I loved thisun esp the entire
last verse u r such a wordsmith Marion my lovely lass ❤️🌹❤️
Thanks love...will catch on yours soon...tonight hopefully 💖
💕💕💕
My Goodness Miss MARION, your pain/grief has taken you into the realm of greatness.....where you are free to write yourself into a kind of freedom......but please dear poet sister!!.......Please.....Do not leave us here alone....you are needed......what a fabulous and terribly frightening poem!!......seriously, a fine plea!!.....a poetic scream......a look over the edge......into a mirror of darkness!!........PINNED for perfection!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo : )
Ps. I pray I have misinterpreted this write!!
Hi Tony ...no I'm not going anywhere I have a living child also. Grief though is a kind of madness but as much as I rage against the fates I also know deep inside that there are other realms...thankyou my friend...hugs 💕