Dream, Fly, Dream

The greenest runway,
In the pillared trees,
With the softest windy sway,
Over granite lichen is the fleece,
And the Sheppard to keep the peace.

I don't have to be a wanderer,
Tramp, no seafarer am I,
To see the beauty and wonder,
No, no, everything goes on below my sky,
Freer, more lovely, with the passing of the day.

The only binding, is time,
My time, a moment of growth,
So I go, to witness the sublime,
Of sand, salt and grime,
And all things cerebral,
To elapse into a land free of loath.

The heart and spirit remain,
And it grows until return,
Having beheld, every lushly bleak plain,
Basking in clouds dripping, bawling rain,
And my way is safe,
Guided through everything I yearn.

I reside in every thing,
From the grimmest mount,
That melts upon the soft sky,
To the vicious vines I see,
Twisting and biting up the wall.

And I'd follow nothing,
Just to be content,
To have amity up 'til I die,
And, if human genius may be,
Nature was genius before all.

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I can sum up my thoughts with one word.

Impressive. Hope to see a lot more of you Rythmic

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do you also write poetry that does not rhyme? I like poetry a whole lot, but I don't really like rhyme.

The Season

spring is announced
in the branches

as the trees resonate
their own remorse

and cry their incapacity
upon shriveled grass

again I flee...

but now I know
where I am going to

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Yeh, free verse is good if you utilise it well; and having a regular rhyme or an irregular rhyme just depends on the theme. Usually I stick to rhyme in nature poems, since its all about rhythms and cycles, and irregular or limited rhyme in sadder poems.

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i'm more the opposite, I think rhyme only works when you use it carefully and you are very good at it, otherwise it will look more like a childssong. not that that is the case in your poem though.

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