Nette Onclaud
I can feel her stirring once again,
through gloss of morning and fog of twilight
echoing out a new adventure’s call
while the nomadic tempo beats;
a fine instinct's voice ignites her heart
drumming a free-spirit ‘s lively song...
with a bohemian flair taking after Grandpa’s mold .
As a middle-born girl, she is warm and complex,
running unto fields catching a hue
in firelight's inner-dance that spins a groove,
while exploring new trails never blazed
like a wayfarer ready to face the unknown
with painting exhibits that capture this offbeat strain.
Though she keeps life from being bland
defying traditional rules as archaic, oh run-down…
a childlike nature is kindled and forever moved
when her college students throw an overnight gig
as pinches of life's drama and hubris make swollen lids cry,
forgetting how an angel touched her at a young age.
Well, that’s what I am: a pilgrim soul of all time.
.........
Bio Of A Poet Contest for Tammy Reams
4/17/2015
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