White Wolf Poet Free verse

Tangibility of Life

The tangibility to life may be the only answer!

For what we believe to be true,

is what most touches you.

The sun on your back,

the warmth in your heart.

A simple kiss from a stranger,

may change your mind on mankind.

In your subconscious thoughts, 

You’ll find the truths you have been seeking, 

just don’t turn to greet it just yet.

For the truth is a bird in flight,

one that only returns by free will.

At the same token, it is a wingless bird,

one that has never left your side.

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Lifes' Tapestry October 6, 2018 at 11:39 PM Beautiful

Aqua Marine August 3, 2018 at 4:37 PM Beautiful words, WW! We are human, so tangibility, is to a degree, our contact with reality. Yet truth can be both elusive, and a constant "that has never left our side.."

Caren Krutsinger May 17, 2018 at 7:31 AM These words woke me up out of a rather lullabye like state: "A simple kiss from a stranger, may change your mind on mankind". WHAT? Wow! yes, that would certainly wake many of us up. And you are so right that truth is a "bird in flight." This is a FAV for me.

Morgen Farmer May 15, 2018 at 3:53 PM Hey Wolf a great piece of writing. I loved the part "The tangibility to life may be the only answer! For what we believe to be true, is what most touches you. The sun on your back, the warmth in your heart." Hope you are doing well, friend.

Heidi Sands May 4, 2018 at 6:10 PM I really enjoyed this WW. Excellent :)

FJ Thomas April 11, 2018 at 1:32 PM So much to ponder Rick. Beautiful :)

Lisa Ricci March 25, 2018 at 5:19 AM Good Morning White Wolf - Thank goodness for the tangibles. May the sun always be there and may there always be warmth in hearts. I love this. May this day find you well.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 17, 2018 at 10:31 PM I was loving this before I got to the bird part, then you had me eating out of your hand. Love it.

Daniel Turner March 17, 2018 at 10:06 PM How wonderful it is to read your writings again, Wolf. This one is very deep. Hoping you are well, old friend:)

Line Gauthier March 17, 2018 at 6:56 PM This is a very evocative poem that reached the soul. Lovely, White Wolf.