Stowaway
Living in a cultivated garden
longing for wildernis
which now only lives
as a stowaway in her heart
Her eyes give away
They say stay, stay with me
be a memory of times
when youth was king
king of a world
where vines grew carefree
like weed towards the stars
twining around the trees
stay, be a memory of times
when the wild child
lived passionately
Romantic nostalgia! Love the idea of the wild child still living within!
ReplyDeleteIt is so important to keep a little of that wild child within.
ReplyDeleteDeep and perceptive.
Well written poem,enjoyed it very much :)
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you have already visited my so you know I'm a wild child at heart too! Hang on to her - she is one of the very best parts of us!
ReplyDeleteTruly said marja,
ReplyDeletehowever old we grow the wild child within stays there, and once we let it free we start growing old :)
well expressed.
Marja,
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and I love the third stanza. "like weed towards the stars twining around the trees"
Pamela
the child within indeed keeps us young....and the wild child inside us is even better.....thanks for sharing your words
ReplyDeleteMarja, this is lovely. I hope my wild child never grows up!
ReplyDeleteThanks all
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That's really touching. I enjoy your poetry.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Marja. I was 19 again and innocent.
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Hi Marja! Lovely poem, wonderful picture...
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Can't tell you how much I miss the wild child in me. We meet briefly every now and then but its is an all too rare thing.
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Lovely poem,Marja and the photo is fantastic!I love the words of your poem!
ReplyDeleteMarja, That was a very romantic poem and highlights the wild child within most of us. Have a relaxing weekend. Bob
ReplyDeleteWhat can i say Marja, your poems always touches my heart. Happy weekend...hugs/M
ReplyDeleteOh what a wonderful poem Marja.
ReplyDelete"Stay be a memory of times....stay with me".
Keep shining dear friend.
Hugs
Peggy xxx
This is lovely, Marja. It really captures that longing to hold onto our youth. I love how you used the natural images to reflect this.
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