soaring high by her side
he instinctively wants to feed her
but has no idea where to begin
unable to comprehend
if he should start with the seed
or pick the fruit from the vine
she understands him much better
than he knows himself
but does not say a word
instead focuses on cleansing
his shoreline by bringing
wave upon wave upon wave
she nourishes him subconsciously
sublimely feeding him music
soothingly repeating his name
weaving wildflowers in his mane
he dreams of cherry tomatoes
and purple grapes
widening his mouth like a starved fledgling
having no idea one day
he will be soaring high by her side
june two thousand eighteen
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beautiful, J Matthew, just beautiful
thank you for saying so, I appreciate you visiting here and sharing your thoughts
welcome – the first two lines of the first stanza just grabbed me. And the whole entire first stanza. And then all of it really is a joy to read aloud, and THAT to me is great poetry.
I love this. Beautiful, my friend.
thank you, Dana, happy you think so
This is one of the best poems I’ve ever read.
that is an incredible comment – thank you so much, Shawna
What beautiful poem what beautiful thoughts
Thank you, Swapnil.