Thursday, January 24, 2013

Of wings

You stand at the edge of the field  
Like an eagle inhaling the moment
Of dewdrops in the winter darkness

Under your feet, a garden grows  
Shrubs, vines and flowers  stretching
With each footfall, sure of their direction

Above your sky, a magnificent castle rises
Turrets strike out gold, silver and copper lights
With each spire, an architect’s dream becomes true

Before you, a forest speaks your language.
The moon tide is calling.  A flare leaps like a
Signal from a distant mountain top.

Close your eyes and fall. 


58 comments:

  1. oh, do like the mood tide... gentle piece

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  2. close your eyes and fall....lovely end...the forest does speak my language...ha...that whole stanza is a bunch of me...or how i think and all...

    with each footfall*...i wish i could be that sure...more times than not it is more the leap...

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    1. Yes, sometimes a leap of faith ~ Thanks Brian ~

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  3. closing the eyes and fall..sometimes it's just that.. and we never know where the leap takes us...

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    1. We have to trust that we will end up in a magical place ~ Thanks Claudia ~

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  4. I like the shift back and forth from heaven to earth. Writing like falling . . . indeed.

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  5. So true that we have to follow the flow, trust and fall. A vivid exploration of the inner voice and a wonderful reminder of the process. Thanks so much for joining us!

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    1. Thanks for the wonderful prompt Anna ~

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  6. Very lovely,,,haunting,,,an invitation and a promise,,,

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  7. Close your eyes and RISE! that is what the falling is, and why the garden is growing and moving while you speak. Totally brilliant!!!!

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    1. Yes, rise and leap ~ Thanks Susan ~

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  8. Before you, a forest speaks your language.

    Beautiful thoughts here, Grace, definitely speaking my language.

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  9. Just beautiful Grace, really beauty:)

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  10. Grace, I am totally in love with the last line... beautiful poem.

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  11. Ah - a real sense of momentum here - or should I say swoop-- k.

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  12. Oh this is amazing! The ending is absolutely stunning and I closed my eyes for a second and thought of seeing everything you wrote backwards as I'm falling. Beautiful!

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    1. Thank you Gretchen ~ I was imagining myself in this manner as I write it ~

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  13. Amazing write of "winging it" with romantic scenic overtones ;)

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  14. Really, Grace... this is amazing. I love the free-fall metaphor... we do have to take that leap of faith as writers & go where our flow takes us, don't we?

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  15. Just le everything go and take the leap, can be applied to many things in life. Your words sure take flight, hope you have a great night!

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  16. Ah so good. So very very good. Love the feel of this piece.

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  17. Grace, this sounds so magical. Beautifully wrought!

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  18. ...close your eyes and fall... sometimes in life trusting is the best surrender... excellent Grace... smiles...

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  19. beautiful I want to fall into this place

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  20. What a lovely image you have created. Love it!

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  21. lovely...haunting...magical...all wrapped up in one.

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  22. "Close your eyes and fall." - yes, that's the only way to creativity, as far as i'm concerned

    very beautifully expressed, the whole

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  23. Oh that opening stanza is heavenly and then you just float all the way through until you fall...just stunning!

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  24. if a poet falls in the forest we can hear her =)

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  26. Sometimes I can feel the grasses and the bark of trees underneath my talons when in my previous life as an Eagle, I perched when not soaring, scoping the wonder of my home dressed in Nature's colors being shared by others.

    I tilt my head with my white feathered crown looking down and plead: please take care of our home, let me play in my azure sky and fish in the pristine clear waters.

    Gracias

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  27. ------
    When the New Year came in, to make her nest
    So did a bird of prey to our poor chicken coup
    Pecking to death one bird and leaving the rest
    infected with mites that brought itch
    into our house.
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    Your beautiful poem inspired my biographic note,
    where nature was not so beautiful.
    But your words are relieving and lifting -- a nice escape.

    BTW, I could not tell who "You" is in this poem.
    "You" is like an eagle, standing on a garden, looking into the sky before a forest.
    Is it the reader? Is it another bird's wing? If so, watch out for the eagles and the hawks! :-)

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  28. "Close your eyes and fall. " - loved it !!!

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  29. Your last line is a stunner! It reminds me so much of how I became a poet; it wasn't something I chose, rather something I fell into.

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  30. I love the way this flows...it gave me a peaceful feeling :)

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  31. This felt like part of my process... absorb the wonders of the natural world, imagine them into new incarnations, and then write about it. Terrific imagery, here, Grace.

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  32. Terrific imagery. Loved the structure which seemed to complement your subject matter so well. Inspiring poetry:-)

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  33. your last three lines are just killer. and the whole poem makes them sing. wonderful!

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  34. Beautiful write... I especially like the last two stanzas... the forest speaking (I feel that too) and the last line of just closing your eyes and falling. Wonderful metaphor.

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  35. The moon tide is calling.
    A flare leaps like a
    Signal from a distant mountain top.
    Close your eyes and fall

    We often see dreams develop right in front of our eyes but we unfortunately ignore its goodness. That's how I read this. Nicely Grace!

    Hank

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  36. Delightful. A poem of beauty about beauty and beautifully done!

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  37. I love the idea of surrendering to the beautiful castle, what wonders wait within ?

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  38. beautiful imagery, Grace ~ something you excel at!


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