by Ethel Mortenson Davis
When I awake
I will not go to the theater,
play parts, do different characters,
but will be who I am.
I will never go back
to that again,
but will go where
there is wilderness and wildlife,
running water, and laps of waves—
See snorting deer.
I am my raw self;
I have no rifle,
and my bent toward you
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I really, really love this poem Ethel. My kind of poetry! 😊 x
Thanks sweet one. Love Ethel
“….and my bent to you is harmony.” I caught my breath as I touched the imagery and implication of the last line.
I’m with you, Ethel, longing only for the natural wildness, without masks or playing parts. Beautifully and succinctly written, once again.
I look forward to meeting you there once again, Ethel, once all this madness is over with..