through turbulent tides
into twinkling forests
down rivers
of my memory…
time washes over me
clearing up
answers
I never understood.
I don’t listen
for noise
to fill the silence.
I don’t advance,
because
I don’t believe
nature
advances.
My nature
is power
not the kind that can be taken—
only cultivated.
I want to know everything
not to theorize
but to be the whisper in the wind.
How does a man, become a great man?
I see them
in the movies
their white smiles under silver sunglasses
before battle
their attitude, that takes them to a high altitude
no matter the threat, their style is a triple threat
a force, with balls, that will step-out in faith
risk
versus
rewards
a combat confidence, expressed
with passion, perfectly controlled
A style,
that dances to the song of danger.
Effortlessly beautiful. Just like nature. 🙏👌
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Thanks Lia!!! What a nice comment! And thanks for reading! 🙂
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My pleasure. 😊 Have a great day/eve! :))
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🙂
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Vincit qui se vincit. ✊🏼👊🏼
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🙂 Thanks for reading Charlie!!! Yes!
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I love the idea of dancing to the song of danger.
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There is nothing more exciting than a dangerous idea! Thanks for reading Poetry Fluff! 🙂
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“My nature
is power
not the kind that can be taken—
only cultivated.”
Beautiful lines.
Yes, it is dancing to the songs of danger.
It looks too easy in the movies. 🙂
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Yes! Sometimes the movies get it right, and when you see it in real life, it’s even more worthwhile to watch.
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