Poetry Pilgrimage

Poetry is a soul on pilgrimage to the great unknown, while nature meanders playfully around her.

[A line I dreamt up while settling into a relaxed Saturday morning of nature poems.]

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

10 thoughts on “Poetry Pilgrimage

  1. “While nature meanders playfully around her ”

    What a gorgeous line. It reminds me of a little toddler stepping to and froe not worried about anything but having fun. So sweet and gentle.

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  2. While nature meanders playfully around her
    I unfold my chair.
    While she dances in circles
    I watch her dodge all the hurdles
    What a dream to behold
    My daughter in the fold.
    She is safe now
    So let us all take a bow

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