New reply from Susan Katz
<p>I believe this is the same poem I commented on earlier.</p>
https://poetladykatz.com/poetry-talk/i-am-a-part-of
Original Post by Sagacious_Declivity
I am a part of…
<p>O' my heart: my precious;<br />I am part of the leaves emollient rustling, <br />Ebullient, I sift through the foraying meadows bustling. <br />I hold stern and plunge with the water where the ground bleeds, <br />Frolicking, I play with the fish nigh the reeds. <br />I do dance and prance through the eaves procacious, <br />Defiantly, do I scowl at the abyss with a breast loquacious. <br />I am a part of the pristine white on the frugal rock, <br />And the foliage that rebels undaunted, the frigid do they mock. <br />I swathe in the smell of petrichor by the sea, <br />I coddle the hatchling, cooped, persevering, with a glee. <br />I genuflect before the Titan land hovering with a just wreath, <br />And I bring the tide that crashes punctilious with its canines underneath. <br />Riding the Sundays that encroach the lifeless spectre, <br />I am part of the flora, reeling in it, which flaunts its nectar. <br />I scoot with the elated man who with love is beguiled, <br />And sigh endearingly, at the wronged soul who still smiled. <br />Do not seek me amidst the sepulchres of void, <br />I stumble, I amble, I am not there, I did not die.</p>