Inner Child – A Poem

In search of a fantasy child
Wild in joy, undefiled
Mild in emotion and pure
The door always open for more
Sure and velvet kind
Blind in the mist yet still fine
Time not a death but an aid
I’ve strayed and I’ve lied and I’ve paid
Yet stayed on my journey to you
True a bird in a cage when I flew
Through all ungainly I lurch
Birched by myself for my quirks
In search of a fantasy child
Wild in joy, undefiled


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      1. That is great! I can recite NOTHING I have written from memory, which is odd, because I have an almost photographic memory for everything else. Makes it a pup to be romantically entangled with me, let me tell you…

  1. I am glad to see that others find the joy in your writing as I do. Though only new to the Panda flock (or should that be Jungle?) I am pleased that I have entered and in doing so appreciate the Wordsmith that you truly are. 🙂

  2. I can’t receipt from memory either. I really enjoyed this. Thoughtful, lonely but hopeful, so many emotions blended together. I certainly couldn’t have written something so complex when I was 20. Great work.

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