Whenever I fall
I believe in my dream.
Thus I sought for a light
in my agleam,
but what I touch
could not be heard
in my regime.
As I follow the river
deep in the meadow forrest.
I Arose while rain
feeds my soul,
as I be unknown
with my earth.
Where memories,
as the night senescent,
gave my worth.
Here once,
after dawn,
roots became my birth.
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4 responses to “‘Regime,”
I really enjoyed this poem… the way that the narrator reaches out for support and finds it in the natural world.
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Amen, Dave. Amen. Glad you really enjoyed the poem and understood the message in the poem. – Sometimes we Just need to be one with mother nature to truly understand the support you need and want.
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So beautifully written 🙂
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Once again I thank thee, Petey 🙏🏽❤️
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