I write poetry which I call soul poems because I don’t follow any poetry rules. I just follow my heart and say what’s immediately felt or experienced or perceived. Often it is about a life experience which I have grappled with and other times its just a reflection of the world around me. I want my expression to be authentic. It might not all make sense to you (my audience) but you can take from it whatever you perceive to be meaningful, or leave it, I don’t mind. It is always my hope that I will inspire through what I communicate and that you will be blessed in some way.
We walked in the wind - Soul poem 31 05 2023 We walked in the wind: Fresh breeze blowing The summer warmth Ahead of it along with The scent of the blossomed fields And the song of the air. Down by the brook Millions of midges danced, Skimming the water shimmering with sunlight while bird and bee jived contentedly Thin streamers of weak sun stroked my shoulders with the palest of yellow While the ice blue breeze Pinched my extremities Beckoning me back To my home inside. The home inside Where I am loved Accepted And held.

Take Care,
A warm smile coming your way.

Such beautiful imagery and peacefulness you have expressed. Lovely! Have a beautiful day!
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Thank you, you too 👏👌
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This is lovely, Morag. That home inside is the treasure indeed.
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Yes it is, I know you experience that too. Thanks for reading.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you 😊🙋♀️
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A home inside . The one in SA ? Then the one you live in now? Whatever it is . It is lovely imagery.
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Thank you, home is where the heart is for me… But especially it is the eternal home within. Thank you for your comment.
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Ah, lovely.
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Yes! My sentiments exactly…but it’s also lovely to have a comfy dwelling on earth, preferably not in suburbia!
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😂😂👏👏Thank you, yes a comfy home is really lovely to have. I am looking forward to our very own home in Walkerburn, but our temporary home is comfy enough in the meantime 🙋♀️💕
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Walking with the breeze at your back. Wonderful words, Morag. 😊🙋♂️
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Thank you 😉🙋♀️
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A nicely written poem I resonate with.😊💖
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Oh thank you, I appreciate your comment. Glad you resonate with it.
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Beautiful. You so effectively capture both a sense of peaceful solitude, and a sense of belonging. Midge??? Must be in Scotland!!!
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Thank you 😊midges /midgies/ miggies (last one afrikaans) =they are tiny squat flies that bite. They are well known in Scotland. Different to mosquitoes but also live in low lying watery areas and come out in summer mostly.
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This is nicely written. It’s always good to express fromthe heart and what’s experienced, displays a lot of authenticity
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Thank you 🙏
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Welcome
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Beautiful Morag 🌸. The best thing about your soul poem is that it feels like I’m walking there with you!
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Hello again Morag – so nice to read about you from Scotland.
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Thank you 🤗nice to hear from you. I hope you are well.
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All well, praise the Good Lord!
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Beautiful poem, and beautiful photo at the end!!! Poetry from the heart is the best! 💖😊 I don’t follow any poetry rules either when I write them – “soul poem” is a great term for it!
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Thank you, I am glad you like the term. 💐💜
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I agree, love that term!
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Thank you 😊
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Beautiful sentiments, eloquently written! I love the photo too, Morag. ❤
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Thank you 🙏
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