Meadow Reflecting - A Villanelle by Road Runner 3

Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps,

And load of daily lifting breaks my back,

Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

 

Immersed in somber cycles that beset,

I strain to ascertain that higher track,

Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps.

 

It seems the chill of age, its frosty heft,

Does hound my soul while I resist the pack,

Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

 

I recall, through spate of years,

I leapt In nimble dance with nature, nothing lacked,

Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps.

 

I step into the night, look up, am swept

By beauty from the stars, soft breeze distracts,

Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

 

In Father God - Maternal Earth duet

I'm safe within His arms, to Her attached,

Though paucity of spirit plagues my steps,

Her scent upon the meadow fills me yet.

endurenceFather Godmeadow's scentMother Earthpatience

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Martin Elder

Sun 3rd Nov 2019 15:35

This is for the want of a better word, sheer poetry. Wonderful

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afishamongmany

Fri 1st Nov 2019 16:19

This poem is by a certain Road Runner 3, whoes online poetry I have come to know and greatly appreciate over a number of years. This one in particular I felt I should share here on WOL.
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