tired of the clock-wise rotation
you hear the call of the wild
a longing to run in the heartland of dreams
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This poem resonates with me. When we are battered with fast paced and highly urbanized life, we always cling to the warm embrace of Mother Nature. Nothing can surpass her beauty and wonders. Beautifully crafted and well executed write.
The invitation is great and so is the poem.......................................................
Oh, I'm with you on this Noreen. I too would like to just run free and wild in nature. Well maybe not run all the time but to be free of the city's concrete, society's chains and the clocks's rigid control. Where shall we meet to begin our life of wildness in the wilderness? In a river valley? In a forest clearing? Beside a still lake? The possibilities for renewal are without limit. Our model for this in American literature is HENRY DAVID THOREAU in 1840s lived for two years in the wilderness instead of the town of Cambridge. His book about it WALDEN is an American classic. If he could do it, so can we! !
Superb! ! ! ! Indeed every sunrise invites our soul to come and nurture in nature's smiles......10++++
a moment of awareness in the presence is our reply to the call of the wild... here no space is artificial wild is everywhere except for the darkroom inside our mind how we are translating the messages of the wild... most of the life ignoring. to be there.. somewhere floating with photons.. this poem is creating such wishes and images. beautiful
Following yesterday's poem, this poem takes us deeper and deeper into the absolute need for us to get out of our ruts, to go out in God's world and let His creation renew our world-weary soul. My favorite line? ? ? There's a couple that call me to them but If forced to choose...... I would pick- - - - a longing to run in the heartland of dreams- - - - - - - - - - - - or- - - - - - - - - to float in the serenity of distant streams and rise to the sound of singing larks- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -all these lines beckon the reader and I thank you for writing them and sharing them with us, Nosheen of the Gentle Heart. 10 ++++++++++++++++
Monotonous life will always be boring and drifting our attention towards nature to nurture and embrace its beauty gives us immense pleasure & joy!
a harmonious poem of nature being kind and beautiful in one's mind? ...........well written
That prison of routine, posturing and obligation. That longing, knowing that a garden of tranquility away from the clock-wise rotation would be enough. Much deserved and yet so often out of reach. Left only to dream of streams, larks and freedom from pretension. You reveal this so well. Not merely in a recital of the beauty of our backyards but it is the contrast that you paint so well that makes you a gifted observer of life.
Jack London must have felt every one of the emotions and feelings you evoke in this poem. It's a gem! A 10.
I always thought it absurd that some criticized London or Thoreau for not having gone far beyond their own lands physically as if a stream crossing any land in our own lands can not evoke the feelings and appreciation needed to pay tribute to the natural world. Thank you for mentioning London.
There is beauty lurking in Nature's pockets.....! When we are tired of the artificial sophistication of urban life and the grinding tasks of everyday existence, the call of the wild will seem an irresistible call....! This urge is beautifully given voice in this delightful poem! A well deserved 10
In the heartland of dreams! Dreams of true love. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A beautiful poem with a fascinating title.... Full marks! !