Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

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:

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

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  2. Wonderful sentiments - I can appreciate it fully.

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  3. And I love it farmlady...CC!

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  4. 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

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

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

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  7. 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

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  8. 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

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