Be one with nature even if you're un-tamed. Adapt, learn and grow. 20 July 2007.


Feral.

Agrarian fires in my heart,
I keep my eyes agape.
When the ethos dies,
I count the many colours.
A single spit of fire.

Primitive blues in my mind,
I keep my choices agape.
When the storms turn to calm,
I count the many hours.
A single drop of rain.

My eyes are strained,
My choices have reposed.
Understand to try,
Learn not to cry.



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Written on 2007-07-20 at 13:29

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
John this poem is a masterpiec in its own right and worthy of publication

well done i will bookmark this
rgds mike
2007-07-21


penfold18
I suppose thats what most of our lives are about, adapting wether we are consious of it or not, an excellent write John.
2007-07-21


kath
And even so sorrow will have its tears... that is I belive a way to heal and find strength ... Yes, we need to be kind to others and caring towards ourselves and others that is most certainly an adaption that is needed for everyone and then I belive we have to find our way to the part of ourselves that makes us happy and enables a life that we find a good one ... adaption to convention on the other hand is not a way to go ..

it is a beautiful write with words and meaning that interact most perfectly .. well done

best wishes
kath
2007-07-20


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I think many people in the past have feared nature, too little understanding - most can adapt to change and learn what is true - beautiful writing John

Elle x
2007-07-20


Hagzissa
Yep, adjusting can be a tough call... adapting is somewhat a good and necessary thing, as long as ones true self don't disappear on the way...
Tame the wild but don't put it in a cage...

Great writing here!
2007-07-20