Gloriously Me
I watch the birds in flight and feel the autumn colors
while a crisp, cool wind runs through my hair.
The brook still flows downstream before winter comes,
as the deer frolic in the woods not far away.
And all remind of why I came here today,
and why, like a child, I came out to play.
For it is in these moments that I feel most alive,
when my soul sings so free --
free to be gloriously me.
Yes, free to be gloriously me.
Bridgette Rodriguez
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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Reflections of My Love | 0 | 11/09/2011 |
| I Abound | 2 | 11/08/2011 |
| Don't Cry for Me | 1 | 11/05/2011 |
| Fate | 1 | 11/04/2011 |
| My Mother | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| The Boy With No Name | 1 | 11/04/2011 |
| The New Day | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| In Need | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| Taken | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| The Find | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| The Abyss | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| Gloriously Me | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| My Love | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| The Roaring Sea | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| I Saw Him | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| Life's Seasons | 1 | 11/03/2011 |
| He Speaks to Me | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| More Than Flight | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
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