No shackles can confine the tender soul
of the wild, no citadel can protect its core from decay.
I raise my eyes, sunrise cuts the ties
that anchor me to the soil. The ancient murmurs of the breeze reverberate in
the infinite woodland of my recollection.
I roam, brimming with day & twilight, the beasts trail me,
studying the vegetation & marveling at silhouettes
like when we first encountered allure.
Each day I watch them, grieving the departure
of petals. My affection is as boundless as the wilderness,
for the cosmos has no corner
to hide a life once exposed to its own rhythm.
When my musings reverberate like a peak’s cry,
my emotions accentuate my being,
wounds that reflect the terrains. I’ve traversed through
the cycle of epochs, unveiled existence
that perspires from the warmth of summer. The initial
time I concealed, you located my lone figure,
your caress, alleviating me of a winter’s void.
Some evenings, I revise lines that fail to tether me
to the fleeting wings of time or transport my musings
from a tempest’s fury. I, too, like a soft
phonograph have succumbed to nature’s peace. I perched on the brink
of another stark serenity, unsuited
to the irregular equilibrium of my peace,
I concur & etch in vacant voids.
About the Poet
Washington Harry is a law graduate from Redeemer’s University and a passionate poet. He has dedicated himself to exploring the limitless possibilities of the written word, honing his skills, and articulating his thoughts through poetry. As a freelance writer, he has collaborated with various platforms, lending his voice to diverse topics. His unique blend of legal acumen and poetic sensibilities sets him apart as a writer. Washington believes in the power of words to shape minds and ignite change. As he continues his journey, he remains committed to making a lasting contribution to poetry, writing, and legal discourse.