My Kindred Spirits Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

My Kindred Spirits

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I dream about my travels,
through times long gone
and space now allocated
to those young bulls with horns.
A melancholy road ahead
is lined on either side
by fragrant leaves and stems,
with purple petals, moist of dew.
Those are my kindred spirits,
they neither wilt nor ever die,
a comfort should I need to cry.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Shepherd 07 August 2006

This morning seems to be the international celebration of the heart! Thanks.

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Linda Ori 11 August 2006

Herbert - I always associate purple with royalty and awareness. Purple flowers spread love and hope, and I use that image in some of my poems. Beautiful, and pensive piece - sort of a transition into wisdom. Linda

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kskdnj sajn 10 August 2006

Sometimes it seems the most endearing thoughts come from travels through heartache. Loved this poem of kindred spirit... right to the core of the readers soul. much luv.

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Purple, for half-mourning? ... (anyway in my experence 'young bulls' tend to be bullish. I know who is to be preferred, as person and as poet) . A wistful piece, H. My hand to yours, as you extend yours to so many. t xx

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Gina Onyemaechi 07 August 2006

And you are more than deserving of such comforting spirits, Herbs. A delicate, moving piece of writing.

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Tailor Bell 07 August 2006

Nicely done...looking into your thoughts and heart. -Tailor B.

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