Phoenix Rising

Phoenix Rising

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O, to live a humble life
A life that fortune cannot pawn
Beyond the twisted fallacies
Of hoodwinked fools with egos torn.

To walk where fleeting ravens caw
In pastures free of mankind’s sting
To live each day considerately
Beside my muse, the feral wind.

To seek out life’s philosophy
Without a pre-recorded script
Below a pool of glistening stars
I’ll be the master of my ship.

To meekly live beyond
The countless burdens of society
Upon a solitary path
Regardless of propriety.

Life vexes me to comprehend
Why liberty is steeply priced
I long to claim what is my right
To answer to no Lord or Sire.

To sense what is invisible
To confront false realities
To live each day, remembering
It is my birthright to be free.

Society may pity me
Though I seek nothing more than bliss
Is it too hard to recognise
A phoenix rising from the depths?

With open eyes, I’ll spread my wings
And flee the flames of wretchedness
Upon my path, I shall withhold
The key to my own happiness.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Fair Maiden of Creation

Fair Maiden of Creation

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Dearest Spring, release your tresses
Chase my bitterness away
Roll your grace to yonder meadows
Draw your light upon my days

And with your sylvan symphony
Invite your emerald jewels to rise
To paint upon the ashen meadows
Glistening sights before my eyes.

Although the chimes of morningtide
Do holler their impertinent rings
I shall arise with jollity
And springtime drafts upon my wings.

Away! The solemness of winter
May your gloom oblige no more
Arise! Fair maiden of creation
Brimming with beloved awe.

As feathered friends leap gleefully
Above the roaring waterfalls
The villagers confront their homes
And brighten up the cottage walls.

With mighty plans and great intent
They sweep away their dusty woes
With visions of abundant fields
And trellises of reddened rose.

The ghostly scenes of rolling mists
Reluctantly come to an end
The earthy fork tucked into soil
Awakens to his redbreast friend.

And when each bud and thirsty bloom
Presents itself unto the skies
Oh, let this be the final view
I ever see before my eyes.

The void of Winter now withdraws
And with it, idling declines
As Eden stretches out her wings
Her paradise shall be divine!

The tepid breeze shall kiss my face
Cerulean skies, I shall admire
To watch the world awakening
My yearning eyes shall never tire.

Observing death with all its woes
Its fading light disheartens me
But then, upon Spring’s providence
An endless promise, I do see.

I hearken to creation’s call
As every precious season turns,
Reminding me upon my path
“Of Dust thou art, to Dust thou shalt return.”

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

The Great Escape

The Great Escape

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Lead me through the rugged fields
Where I shall bow my head and yield
My deepest, secret, solemn prayers
Unto the breeze, my soul shall bear
All that it knows and loves to be
Within the land and raging seas
Throughout the endless universe
My love for life, I shall converse

With wooden staff and furry friend
I shall advance and then transcend
Within a kingdom forged of Gods
A land that selfishness forgot
Beyond man’s fortresses of haste
Lie pristine skies and pools of grace
Esoteric groves and hidden tracks
Rich history remains untaxed

When life is far too much to take
My soul shall seek the great escape
As tyranny tears me apart
Majestic views shall heal my heart
I’ll leave existence for a while
Upon the zephyr, I shall fly
By whispering trees, I shall forget
Life’s misery and deep regret

Upon a single blackbird’s song
I shall recall where I belong
Surrounded by Earth’s sylvan life
Oh, sweet relief from daily strife
Neath cloudless skies, I shall arise
Brush off my tears and desperate cries
I’ll disregard life’s wicked ways
And face the world another day

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

~The Path Of Wilder Things~

~The Path Of Wilder Things~

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To walk the path of wilder things,
The running wolf and feral winds;
To love all things with beating hearts,
The knotted oak and feathered lark;

To watch the dusk burst into stars;
To dream of tepid lands afar;
To fly amongst the peregrines;
To always seek the light within;

To banish mediocrity;
To live a life that’s wild and free;
To sit and watch the world roll by,
Prohibiting the hands of time;

To stand by your convictions,
Defying life’s restrictions;
To embrace every blissful year
With merriment and joyful cheer;

To dance about the solstice fires
Without the fear of prying eyes;
To dip into your wickedness;
To go ahead and seek your bliss;

To savour grace but relish passion;
To flaunt a unique sense of fashion;
To walk upon a timeless path;
To master a beloved craft;

To bathe in oceans filled with pain;
To learn to rise and shine again;
To age with zest and strengthen knowledge;
To take a leap of boundless courage;

To follow guts and know thyself;
To nourish your own precious health;
To cherish souls whose ships have sailed,
Their victories and timeworn tales;

To rise and live each day renewed;
To thine own self, always be true;
To show them all that they were wrong;
To stun them with a finer song;

To flaunt your authenticity;
To shine for one and all to see;
To be a soaring soul unbroken,
A bright and beautiful commotion.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

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Peaceful Encounters

Peaceful Encounters

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Tonight, may I dream of a faraway land,
A land undiscovered by covetous hands;
I’ll saunter through meadows beneath flawless skies,
Where unwritten wisdom enraptures my eyes.

I’ll sneak through the woods to draw in the crisp air,
Examined by creatures in slovenly lairs;
I’ll rest beneath clouds that inspire fine art,
My head in the cowslip and love in my heart.

The hare shall approve of my peaceful encounters,
He’ll throw me a wink as he hops through the flowers;
The mystical cries of the eagles above
Will summon a feeling of who I once was.

I’ll board a fine vessel to cruise the vast ocean
With nothing but joy as my magical potion;
The stars will put on a magnificent show,
Each one of them bound to my wanderlust soul.

I’ll nurture the child that exists in my being;
A magic that thrives as I keep on believing;
And all of my senses will widely awaken
In Nature’s retreat, my perpetual haven.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

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