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~Henri Cartier-Bresson



Thursday, January 7, 2010

Sky Song

SKY SONG

I use to dream that
I could fly.
The sky would lift
myself so high.
The blue air, white cloud sky
would ask if
I were bird.., or cloud,
or leaf,
and I would laugh.

Brightness,
blinding sight from seeing;
I would lift my winged arm
and catch some passing cloud.
The sun would play her scattered light
Upon the edges
of my eyes..,
and I would laugh.

Color,
prismed, passing
air to air,
would move reflecting fragments
through the air.

Sun, God, star cloud, blue white sky;
Why did I dream that I could fly?

C.C. 1984

(An old poem I wrote many years ago. A friend's post, today, reminded me of it. Thanks Julie.)
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8 comments:

Julie Whitmore Pottery said...

Chills. Thats what i experienced while reading this amazing poem
xxx

ClassyChassy said...

Wonderful sentiments - I can appreciate it fully.

Eve said...

And I love it farmlady...CC!

Reddirt Woman said...

Because you can... all you have to do is close your eyes and dream it...

Beautiful poem. Thanks to Julie for reminding you of it so you could share.

Helen

Jennifer said...

That is a beautiful poem, thank you so much for sharing it.

Madeline's Album said...

Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem with us. You are a lady of many talents. Have a great day. Madeline

Chicken Boys said...

You wrote that? Wow! That was amazing. Sometimes I wish I could fly...not for the sake of flying, but to get new perspective. Can you imagine how different we might do things? Thanks. Have a great day!
~Randy

Mrs. P. said...

This is my first time at your sweet blog. Your little Corgi boy looks very, very much like our Josie. Aren't cories a blast?!

Warm Wishes & Blessings!
Gail