Poetry

My Emotions

Susan L. Anderson

I thought this painting/drawing suited this poem well...

THE GENTLE CALL

Off in the distance I hear a call

It rings within my soul and reigns within my heart

I can't quite make it out yet but know it's calling to me

It's been calling for an eternity

Through years of sacrifice and humility

It's been there waiting, echoing off in the distance

It seems to be carried on a gentle breeze to me

Never howling, never crying, just softly calling my name

It's been a long hard road I've traveled but this call has kept me focused

It seems to be coming closer of late, ringing within me like the black of night

Hauntingly beautiful, it continues calling to me

It knows of whence I came and seems to beckon me on

To follow it's beautiful song...come...come...come to me it sings

I'm fluttering and floating, taking heed as I proceed in quiet solemnity

It's beauty is soothing...so comforting to this wearied body and mind

I feel the calmness, the quiet soothing me, comforting me as I move ahead

Never rushing for that is not my way and it instinctively knows that

Yet it continues to beckon me with its soothing, resounding notes

I feel it drawing me closer still as my days unfold into one another

Overlapping, ever moving in silent meditation calling...calling evermore

Perhaps it comes on the wing of a dream, on the plight of a guardian angel

It's eerie calmness beckoning still...carrying me on through days and nights of living and thinking

Of dreaming and caring, loving and sharing...whatever I do it leads me on to a life rich with the colors of the wind...

With the music of the sweet breeze...ever haunting...ever beautiful...ever serene

My days are growing richer, my thoughts are growing clearer, my feelings are growing stronger

My life is growing ever stronger following the ever gentle call of the wind to me

This must be the end of a new beginning......or the beginning of a new end

A riddle that has no end until the time is right, then it will blossom like a beautiful flower

Filled with pigment and fragrance and life, growing ever stronger, ever more beautiful

Until it wilts and fades away, silently upon the breeze

Ever so gently being carried away through all eternity

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