The Creative Soul Poem by Sandra Feldman

The Creative Soul



How timidly fragile,
The Creative Soul,
The moods,
The ups and downs,
The High Spirits
The Decent,
Painfully, Deeper,
Than All that's apparent.

How Soulfully different,
To desire the sky,
Knowing that Never,
From this earth,
Will you fly,
A still bird,
With broken wings,
Is no longer, itself.

And yet, you Try,
You Try to comply,
To pacify,
To lead a normal existence
But the Creative Spirit,
Invades your Creative Soul,
Night and day,
Day and Night,
With everlasting,
And annoying
Persistence!

Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: travel
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Chuy Amante 15 July 2014

That went well with my coffee. Thanks! Brilliant!

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