THYSELF
THYSELF
We rise like blades of grass
out of the earth’s living loam,
tall stalks of consciousness
free to roam,
to seek a path with heart and
follow it wherever it may go,
and for awhile perchance
thyself to know…
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A nice reach into the realm of Elizabethan diction Larry. I love roam and loam. Some people don’t like rhyming poetry, I like good rhyming poetry. I like this. How about cranking out a Sonnet for us.
Bobby, thanks for reading the poem with an open mind…
Beautiful. Love it!
Thanks, Mary. I really value your responses!