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I lie here in the lush, green grass.
In the rays of the balmy sun.
A crisp wind blows across my nakes body,
As the daffodils tickle my belly.
I smell the warm earth and flowers of some kind.
A breeze rustles in the blades of the grass,
And a bird sings sweetly in the distance.
I hear nothing invented by man.
Only that which nature created.
My heartbeat slows.
My body relaxes as though slipping into the earth.
My thoughts are disjointed,
FLoating through my brain seamlessly.
In the far distance,
I can hear the faint rumble of the ocean waves.
Every so often, a tang of salt hits the air.
It creates in me an urge to run to the sea.
To throw myself into the cold waters,
And let the briny depths soothe my soul.
I dream of lying upon the waters,
Rocked gently by the undulating swells.
I yearn to be part of this world that I came from.
This world that shelters and feeds me.
To be one with the ultimate mother.
To soar the skies with the eagles.
To swim the ocean waters with the whales.
To share the heights of the trees with the monkeys.
To burrow deep into the earth with the moles.
They all find a home in the natural world,
Not surrounded by drywall, carpet and noise.
I wish my pillow to be the lichen,
And my bed a mound of leaves.
The owl shall keep watch by night,
Singing me to sleep with his hoot.
I was born into the wrong time,
Far after the respect for our home became endangered.
So I take what I can in these lazy afternoons,
And fill my soul with wonder and warmth.
To carry me through all else.




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On Friday November 24th, 2006, soul dancer (169) writes:
Thank you....I am enjoying your critiques...I have never heard of that poet, but I will check him out.


On Friday November 24th, 2006, The Zebra Warrior (2414) writes:
son of the famous Romantic poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge....definitely, he had a more elegant hushed quiet nature to him...all the best/Col.


On Thursday November 23rd, 2006, The Zebra Warrior (2414) writes:
this was angelic and spiritual and a great embrace of nature...the feeling permeates into warmth...you should check out Hartley Coleridge for this kid of poetry, he loved to listen to the gentle sounds -away from the rush of life.....nice piece


On Thursday November 23rd, 2006, The Zebra Warrior (2414) writes:
kind* of poetry


On Tuesday November 21st, 2006, soul dancer (169) writes:
Thank you...there is truly nothing better than when my words touch someone deep inside.


On Tuesday November 21st, 2006, AniDayz (1284) writes:
absolutely wonderful. fully, i am inside of this piece, you have spoken so beautifully of such beauty...this is revitalising, i am grateful for your *voice*...


On Monday November 20th, 2006, Aunty Depressant (717) writes:
It has been so long I have come close to that kind of place. So few of those places left. Some never even approach it, I see it ina literal sense. But must admit...I still love a hot shower and toilet!


On Monday November 20th, 2006, heartdripsblack (765) writes:
*bows to the soul dancer* another awsome write.


On Monday November 20th, 2006, Instant Insanity (755) writes:
My heartbeat slows. My body relaxes as though slipping into the earth. My thoughts are disjointed, FLoating through my brain seamlessly. In the far distance, I love this piece and its metamorphical detail.:-) Amazing! ][ ][



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