Emotion, Like Wings Poem by Rani Turton

Like wings that rustle softly, emotion is fleet-footed
And transient. Not bogged down by mire,
Able to dance and then run wildly, not gravity borne
The intensity at times cannot be borne,
Born but not borne.

Emotion, like a flower's petals, that open to bloom
In spite of hostile elements, unthinking and naive
Innocent and brave, born to this world bright.

Like wings that rustle sofly, emotion is unreflective
Unthinking and illogical. The brightest garden blooms
Where grow the flowers; in the throes of deep emotion
The soul doesn't stagger but walks upright.

Emotion is the beginning and the end; the continuum
Of life's substance. Subsistence and the breath of life:
Softly, like wings rustling in the night, emotion comes.

Copyright: Rani Turton