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Old Wandering Soul
by David R Spellman
I feel like, an old, wandering soul
Like some how, I've been here before
Not doomed, to some repetitive existence
Rather like, been seasoned, and groomed
Richly filled lives, present, and perhaps past
Various separated ties of shared experience
Fertilized soil for my cultivated enlightenment
(or enlightened cultivation)
Un-needed requirement, for the event to occur
Gathered, or maybe called to this place,
Summoned, of my own volition, to this time
Agreeing to fulfillment of predetermined fate
Invitation accepted, never meant to be declined
Ad-libbed scenes of a loosely scripted plan
Matinee'd plays ending in skies set aglow
Revolutions brightening an ever dimming day
Old, wandering souls, new landscapes to roam
02/20/1996 Posted on 09/13/2004
Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/14/04 at 01:23 AM Well written, theme moves smoothly. But it is a challenge to understand its significance(I guess I just too easily slip into the reincarnation thinking and I don't think that is what you mean.) |
| Posted by Mike Loftis on 09/14/04 at 01:35 AM This reads very well. Excellent piece David. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 09/14/04 at 02:10 AM In the moment... appreciative but wondering what the significance is... that's what I get from this one. I like it. It is a gentle observation... but I wonder that the writer might wish for new terrain, even as he appreciates what he has? Hm.... |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/14/04 at 03:41 AM Sounds like you are ready to hit the road again
Dave...Nice to read....Charlie |
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