Thursday, November 28, 2019

Wings



you stride with your walking stick
left to right, left to right, along corners
up the stairs & alleys
along subway doors

i can't imagine what you may not see-
not this winter season full of greys 
but the magic of spring
you
young gazelle, 
raising your face to raindrops

i know you believe in angels 
though
you see, i see not one, not two but many
hands, including myself 
reining you from falling onto the tracks
guiding you along
wishing you nothing but good
tidings 
along your journey 

white hawk on tree
silent sentinel on the watch-
my morning, a gift-


Posted for dVerse OpenLinkNight.   Happy Thanksgiving to our US friends!  Thanks for joining in when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

19 comments:

  1. This is such a wonderful scene, so fitting for Thanksgiving.. wonderful that people actually are helpful, and that stick is a strong signal... and I feel almost that the blind is blessed, seeing only the spring instead of the grey.

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  2. This is incredibly breathtaking, Grace!❤️ I love; "you see, i see not one, not two but many hands, including myself reining you from falling onto the tracks guiding you along."

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  3. This is so beautiful Grace, it is lovely to see so much kindness in the world. I especially love these lines:
    'you see, i see not one, not two but many
    hands, including myself
    reining you from falling onto the tracks
    guiding you along
    wishing you nothing but good
    tidings'

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  4. What a beautiful description:

    “you
    young gazelle,
    raising your face to raindrops”

    Love this also:

    “white hawk on tree
    silent sentinel on the watch”

    Happy holidays, Grace.

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  5. so vividly drawn with your words Grace -and touching to the core
    "reining you from falling onto the tracks
    guiding you along"

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  6. If only all journeys were filled with just the good tidings, but then we wouldn't know the good without the bad.

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  7. A beautiful poem of joy in the moment! Perspective is everything!

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  9. Beautiful scene. Love the idea of the community reaching out to keep another from harm.

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  10. Your poem-haibun is so tender and delicate, Grace, with the ‘winter season full of greys’, a face raised to raindrops, and the idea of angels hands guiding someone along their journey. As Bjorn says, it's a scene fitting for Thanksgiving.

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  11. A grandchild? No, someone a little enfeebled? No. Either way, could thought about the real angels in our lives

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  12. "not this winter season full of greys
    but the magic of spring"

    lovely

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  13. I love how you've shown what you saw- angels!

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  14. Beautiful poem Grace...I particularly like..
    i can't imagine what you may not see-
    not this winter season full of greys
    but the magic of spring
    you
    young gazelle,
    raising your face to raindrops

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  15. Such a thoughtful verse ! Love it.

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  16. Love the changing scenes..ending in gratitude...life's journey, indeed.

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  17. I like the comparison of the angels to the many hands.

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  18. It is not unusual for "us" to aid "them" and in the attempt to become angels. The analogy, for me, works best with parents helping their moderately aged children out of the nest,

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