One

I've become one with the roving spirit,
a steady whine in my delicate ear.

The extras float and comb their dreaded locks,
but I ride the soul where-ever I must go.

Penetrating my wings,
and grounding my kindness;

So I wait and watch as the others spread trifle;
a powerless grin permeating my static face.

One and all I have,
as the roving spirit suffocates my pain.

Releasing my unbitter ornate conceptions,
and becoming aware of the common dissensions.

chris

Reviews

[Nautili]

Nice write, i get the feel that your spirit is soaring above all the mundane aspects of this life. You are a soul traveller, aware that this life affords opportunities for growth and wisdom. And I liked the idea of a restless spirit, grounded in kindness. You do not accept the status quo, but want your life to count for something more significant.

[Tina Kline]

Nice imagery, like it a lot. A free spirit, going your own way, creating your own path, perhaps the poem is saying this helps deal with the pain of life, which helps make things clearer.

I might be reading it wrong, but even so, I like what your poem says to me.
Great job.