Poem: Fated

Posted: August 15, 2015 in Uncategorized

She tarried
where storms whispered
her name and touched
the senses in
harmonious rhythm.

She followed
hills without paths
that meandered oblivion
and tears fell upon
withered leaves as she passed.

She listened
to gales and howls
of an instinctive wind
whisper her name,
but stopping
was not an option

She fated herself
to a barren wilderness
that led a trek into darkness
where luxuriant green lushes
of the wild abided.

And she never looked back.

Not even when the wolf
howled, then lost interest
to nuzzle with its mate.
Copyright © wyn sharp 2015

Comments
  1. Thanks, glad you liked it.

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  2. JoAnne says:

    I love this! Going through a barren wilderness, into darkness, “where luxuriant green lushes
    of the wild abided.” And a nuzzling wolf at the end. So lovely!

    Liked by 1 person

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