A WAYWARD SPIRIT, A sonnet for Jerry Options

[Thoth]

At times I crave the restless sea,
at times deep forests make me whole;
dry desert plains can set me free
while mountain cascades rest my soul.

Today, great rivers hold my mind
and bush-veld nights my passions bend;
tomorrow, sunset lakes shall find
tranquillity life can't transcend.

The road is long, the journey hard
each trail beset with peril and greed
It’s well to always be on guard
yet keep in sight one's humble creed.

Each special spot upon God's Earth
is place for souls to share re-birth.


© WW Schwim


There you are Jerry. A pastoral sonnet without guile, concealed meanings in the metaphore or uncommon words to look up. Does it leave a warm familiar feeling to some readers, invoking perhaps a trace of nostalgia to others yet impart an obvious lesson to those receptive to it?
Depends on entirely on the reader's interpretation.

Or is there more hiding behind a simple skin? Depends on the Author, does it not?

I write seldom these days and then for my own pleasure cause as you say, no-one wants to know anyway
and if along the way someone perchance likes what I write then I consider it a bonus. If they dislike it, well, that's ok too and should it fall on deaf ears it's simply the way of the world.

[Psyche]

Oh, I love this, Wally! I'm only going to say that now, it being nearly 2 a.m., and my head is falling on to the keyboard...

I'll come back soon if no new catastrophe looms on my horizon.

Hugz,
Syl***