Poems from beyond the fence

[StreamWalker]

Crows peck at the damp ground -
The mountain air is thick with fog.
Barely hearing the Toad’s chirping
Above the shrill song of a Gray Tree Frog -
It’s good to be in a wild green place
far away from the tainted town.
I’d rather share songs with a Katydid
then to shout or be shouted down.

The town demands obedience before respect -
Something I just couldn’t freely give.
If you change one’s thinking
then you can tell one how to live.
Better to howl with the pack
then bleating with someone’s flock -
Roaming beyond fenced pastures.
Never waking to the crowing cock.

 

[StreamWalker]

Come frolic with me all through the day
into Night under a silver moon.
Take a chance and come this way -
Should I expect your visit soon ?

Take my hand and walk with me,
a bed of soft meadow grass we’ll share.
I’ll make you wild and set you free
from your every little care.

In passionate bliss I taste your lips,
into the West the Sun has sunk.
In a sweet embrace time slowly slips
and you’ll look even lovelier once I’m drunk.

 

[StreamWalker]

The Kestrel flitting through your parade,
not at all inspired and unafraid.
A shaded figure moving beyond your fence
in the shadowy tangle, dark and dense.
Call of the wild, piercing and uncontained,
the feeling of freedom drives you insane.
Something growling beyond your sight,
or a passing stranger in your dreams at night.
Your fence cannot shut out such wild cries -
so plug your ears and believe in lies.
On short borrowed time, you make your bed,
soon to join other spirits of the dead.

 

[Madeline]

 

[ekrem]

Saʿdī Shīrāzī: Don't fly to the love, because your wings may burn.

Rumi Mevlana: What will you do with your wings, if you won't fly to the love?

Yunus Emre: Why should you care for your wings after you reach your love?

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