Not Alone
I am never really alone
Sometimes
I hear the call of geese
passing
overhead as they migrate North or South, or feel a
breeze
as it brushes the trees. They wave to me and
whisper
the secrets of the forest, of birds, of beasts,
of you
* Waltmarie Poetic Form-
10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately. Odd lines are longer with no specific syllable count.
rhymeswithbug 
The wind is like a spirit and the birds are my pets! You put me in that mood.
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Lovely poem, and (subtle) mini-poem.
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Thanks
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It’s a blessing, I believe, to have the wild things whisper to us. You’ve done a great job with the poetic form—it’s hard to do!
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Thank you
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You continue to amaze with this form, Candace.
Since the changes at Poetic Asides, has Robert’s contact info changed? I have a couple forms to run past him but i think I may have an old e-mail. If you can leave it over at PB, I’d appreciate it. Walt.
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Thanks, Walt!
Here’s the address I used for Robert –
RBrewer@aimmedia.com
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