Inside of me a forest grew.
Its trees kept calling: come in , come in
I saw a path and I followed it.
Suddenly, I was running on my four legs.
My fur was soft.
I saw my own soul.
Keiko, I´m an animal, that I´m sure. A creative,emotional, thinking, talking animal, but still an animal. ;-) I like all animals, humans and others, but in the 'others' category I have a soft spot for felines... To answer your question, I think the kitten brings the tiger within. As far as birds are concerned, I imagine you as a beautiful, magnificent swan.
I read your poem several times before and could not understand how it managed to leave me half-satisfied, for its sure-footed simplicity cannot be faulted. But in today's clear morning I see that I wanted you to introduce it with an expression of what state the narrator existed in prior to the forest growing in her.
Only then would it be possible to understand the final line "Freedom".
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Freedom indeed,what else?
That´s my concept of freedom. It works for me. :-)
Lovely poem, Lu. Connecting with the wilderness within that sets us free.
Lu,
Are you a kitten or a tiger?
If I can, I want to be a bird, but I don't know what kind.
Yes, Rebb, we´re all animals after all, aren´t we? :-)
Keiko, I´m an animal, that I´m sure. A creative,emotional, thinking, talking animal, but still an animal. ;-)
I like all animals, humans and others, but in the 'others' category I have a soft spot for felines...
To answer your question, I think the kitten brings the tiger within.
As far as birds are concerned, I imagine you as a beautiful, magnificent swan.
I loved your concept of freedom! Amazing poem, teacher.
My concept has wings... and wants to fly far away from here.
Miss you.
Oh, yes, you´re a winged creature for sure, Lidi. You´ll take off one day. Time will come :-)
I read your poem several times before and could not understand how it managed to leave me half-satisfied, for its sure-footed simplicity cannot be faulted. But in today's clear morning I see that I wanted you to introduce it with an expression of what state the narrator existed in prior to the forest growing in her.
Only then would it be possible to understand the final line "Freedom".
Well, you can only feel free or appreciate or even notice freedom if you´ve felt otherwise before.
That was precisely my point, Lu. Your poem made me want to know about your "otherwise before".
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