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Monday, September 7, 2020

My Lion

 


In the Serengeti of my heart,
in a high and craggy tree,
my lion sits, in splendrous pride,
waiting just for me.

His gaze is far.
He has lived there in my dreams
his whole life long.
But a  dream-lion  is patient;
he loves the beauty of my song.

"Lion, lion, lion,"
I sing, as the twilight
fades away,
and my lion smiles,
for now he waits
forever, less one day.


for Carrie, at the Muse

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7 comments:

  1. HelenSeptember 7, 2020 at 8:35 AM

    My heart is melting ... Lion, Lion, Lion.

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  2. qbitSeptember 7, 2020 at 9:18 AM

    "In the Serengeti of my heart" - love that.

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  3. MarySeptember 7, 2020 at 9:27 AM

    This is a very moving poem, Sherry. The prompt really does fit you.

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  4. indybevSeptember 7, 2020 at 11:31 AM

    I have no doubt there is a Serengeti in your heart, Sherry. This is Beautiful.

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  5. JimSeptember 7, 2020 at 4:48 PM

    "waiting just for me … … my lion smiles"
    Too bad he cannot come with you. ;-)
    ..

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  6. purplepeninportland.comSeptember 7, 2020 at 5:39 PM

    I know you must have the Serengeti in your heart. Love this, Sherry!

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  7. Peabea ScribblesSeptember 8, 2020 at 3:51 PM

    Lovely and perfect for the photo. Like that waits forever less one day. Life at times does seem like that. Thanks for visiting me so I could come visit you. Have great week.

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