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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    1. The innocence of a little child alive in her unbridled joy. She is simply who she is without any mental or emotional barriers to the fullness of her life. Nature is the same way. She is life lived freely and is simply who she is.

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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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