Dark days

[Creirwy]

I long to be outside again,
Running through the meadows,
Picking a the friendly daisies
Playing with the butterflies
Wondering how to pull their wings off

Buried deep within the sea
Bound in a leather sack
I long to plunge my hands
Deep into the damp rich soil
The soil of my Mother Earth

My ears are fulfilled with the
Rushing and giggles of the water
How I long for the precious
Whispers and caresses of the winds
The gracious wisdom of the trees

All my life I have felt like this
Inside the leather sack
Only now I understand how and why
Needing to realize to feel the isolation
To then see the sweet lights I’ve never seen before


Hope you enjoy my first poem on here!
Sezo
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[Unikorn]

Indeed - I enjoyed this much! Wonderful to greet you here to our sharing

[Arden]

Very nice, very gleeful.

It remains me of poem I can't quite remember that says something like:

It's the teeny tiny riders
who have more fun
on any sort of merry-go-round
than the grown-ups who get dizzy.

Linda Goodman "Gooberz"

[Creirwy]

Thanks folks for looking at my poem! I'll see if i can put some more of my creativity around

Sezo
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[Willowhawk]

[EarthWard]

Enjoyed it very much. Thank you , Creirwy.

[Kat Lady]

I have read this many times and relate to it more with each reading. Thank you.