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Aug 27, 2021
This poem is part of the workshop:

Stretching wings (Let's Begin)

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NOT OF THIS WORLD (workshop final exercise)

Warm sun unnoticed
bathes me on this sylvan hill
as my mind wanders

here I am
Standing and ignoring you
it seems.
For I'm in my mind
elsewhere with my muse.

Maybe you see me looking up
watching contrails or geese
with an inaudible sigh.
Give me some tolerance please

Does it seem I only visit here
occasionally at random?
I'm checking on those whom I hold dear
and trying to write a poem or two.

For beyond these trails is my true home
where trees are tall and hills are steep,
the places where the wild things live
not among the human sheep.

So let me walk my wilding way
each day at least a little while
that world of green and mossy gray
which lends to me this quiet smile.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Comments

Geezer

that Haiku was supposed to be of a nature kind of theme, or are we using the Western, more modern version?
~ Geez.
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Geezer

Better! Kind of a cross of Western and Eastern Haiku. ~ Geez.
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Jackweb

when we're under the control power of inspiration i think we do not heed to any attention that would truncate the sweet dew of such creativity.
a muse is a personal encounter therefore it is dear to me. i prefer to receive all before diverting my attention elsewhere.
very apt and powerful