His poetry is beautiful
He rides on waves of deep emotion.
In words he can travel anywhere,
even undersea;
his soul is free.
He practices loving kindness
but when he sees injustice he
gets irate, yes.
It is a work in progress,
and I find his work
intoxicating.
Sometimes I wish I were
more wild like he,
but it’s no longer
my lot in life to be.
I see his spirit rising
from the waves;
the salt-rich water
gushing to replenish
graves;
an underwater garden
growing coral-blooms
in his footsteps.
My heart blossoms
gladly; my spirit
races with him
madly;
in his romance
I feel carried away
to higher peaks.
.
.
.
Image: by Lancaster Art, found at Etsy.com via post-write art search for “underwater horse free spirit rising”
Wow fantastic words to a brilliant picture, well done you β€
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Thanks so much, yay, glad you liked it. π Yes the picture I thought was perfect. The horse in the wave especially beautifully-rendered.
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When I was a small boy my father had a boat down on the beach, we would go out fishing most weekends, i remember one time the sea waves were a bit to rough for us to go out fishing, i asked why no fishing and my father said too many big white horses, i was puzzled until he explained that the white roll of the waves was called white horses, i was only 7 years old, but my father would try to explain most things to me lol β€
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Wow!!! I LOVE this story. I didn’t know that about white horses… there were sure some on the waves here this morning and they were beautiful. Thanks for sharing this memory!! Your dad sounds like he is/was a really good one. π
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Yeah hes good, 82 years old and still funny most of the time with the stories of when he was younger lol β€
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Happy to hear it… that is wonderful. π
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Such a wonderful poem. Very descriptive.
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Thank you dear Kinge!! ππ
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Welcome π
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However much you might aspire to possess the wildness of another, I find your work to be inspiring and intoxicating enough as it is. Well done, Lia.
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Wow… that means a lot to me George, thank you so much. π Though I am not wild IRL I do now allow myself more freedom in poetry… which brings me a lot of joy. :)) I find your poems also inspiring and so beautifully made, it’s incredible. A rare find. Grateful to David (and you!) for that connection.
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This is beautiful Lia. A phenomenal poem ripe with feelings, beauty, honesty and the effortless flow your words always create! Much love π
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Thank you so much dear Ace!! Your comment makes me so happy. You’re a truly kind soul. Much love to you too πππ―ββοΈ
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Of course!! Awe thank you, I so appreciate that π€π€
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Lovely words…
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Yay, thank you so much for reading and appreciating Piyush π₯°π
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I love this piece, Lia, with the aptly-fitting picture art! Brilliant.
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Thanks A… I don’t know how brilliant it is… love the horse in the painting, with the wave… beauty. Was just the first painting that grabbed my eye, quickly… maybe both poem and image would have have been better without the rider. Always believed horses should be free, ideally… :)) Lots of love and thanks for reading π
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Oh definitely! I too believe that animals must be left alone (no riding & other activities).
It is my pleasure always to read your work, Lia.
xoxo
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Thanks for your kindness and general awesomeness. I feel super grateful to have you as a reader and that you take the time to comment. It means a huge lot xoxoxo
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Sounds so much like me… π€π€£ππ€£
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Wild horse or with-racer? :)) π€β
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Lol!! Some of the words… I do feel wild, free and canβt be domesticated lol
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Ah, ok! I used to be just the same. haha. Enjoy the freedom, buddy! ;)) ππβ¨
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