Gravity falls away from my feet
I am lifted like dandelions
white-fluffed, spinning on storm mill
of words
nectar & pollen
gliding over city's concrete
I hear the browning of leaves
as a baby robin falls from small nest
becoming a ball of feathers, stilled by cold grass-
I listen to stories from my fellow passengers
where they have been & where they are going-
Their footprints seep into my verses
Shaping, carving, polishing
this poem, a circle
I let the forest in, wild & fierce
And the forest takes me back
where gusty wind plays a concerto
each seed pulling upward, framing into a flock of birds
sky's mirror in their eyes
showing me how to wish & scatter
each single-rounded breath in sky
Dramatic Stainless Steel Wire Fairies by Robin Wight
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Thanks to the community for letting me believe I have wings ~ You have always been my "safe" landing for the last 3 years ~ Happy Weekend ~
some really cool elements to this....the hearing of the browning of leaves...the giving yourself over to the forest (wild & fierce) and it taking you back...your range has greatly improved these last 3 years grace...most of your first stuff was intimate but you evoke quite the full range of emotion and imagery now...
ReplyDeleteI don't forget my humble beginnings but reading a wide section of words these last years have stretched me beyond my comfort zone ~ I like experimenting with different stuff, smiles ~
DeleteThanks Brian for all the "safe landings" ~
You do fly...smiles...enjoyed the imagery in your poem and that work by Robin
ReplyDeleteWright is amazing as well. Thank you for sharing your ink Grace!
Thank you Jennifer ~
DeleteYou have captured a magical day with your words. The picture fits the poem very well. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting Poetry of the Netherworld.
Thank you & I will be sharing one tomorrow ~
DeleteYou DO have wings, and your poems lift us up with you! I most love "I let the forest in, wild & fierce
ReplyDeleteAnd the forest takes me back " Beautifully done, Grace.
Thank you dear Sherry ~
Deleteoh i like that forest part and how our fellow passengers inspire and influence us as well
ReplyDeleteIts like a chain reaction, smiles ~ Thanks Claudia ~
DeleteWow - if this is what happens when you are part of dVerse - you let the forest in and this is the result... please give me some of whatever she is having! Lovely, Grace!
ReplyDeleteWell she has fairy wings, smiles ~ Thanks Marina ~
DeleteOh Grace, I love this - magical and ethereal - and the line 'Their footprints seep into my verses' wonderful - K
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathleen ~
DeleteEveryone around can sure prop each other up as the leaves blow and the forest is full.
ReplyDeleteReally Pat, smiles ~
Deletei think it is the gestalt of the small details of living that make life worth living..to see the trees is to see the forest is to see the trees..and both views together..make beauty..one forest of trees....:)cliched or not..what comes..can
ReplyDeleteflow...;)with a click of a digital key..on the keyboard of life...2....e world as it maybe...3....
Trees & forest, I like that they go hand in hand ~ Thanks ~
Deleteso true... we've been most everywhere... wonder what will be next
ReplyDeleteA lot more adventures for sure ~ Thank you ~
Deletethis is stunning...whimsical and yet still I itch for the wind to lift me and carry me along with it so I might feel the worlds verse seep into and through me.
ReplyDeleteThank you RMP ~
DeleteBeautiful imagery of nature. I love the thought of those dandelion seeds...inspiration in search of a home, in search of someone to tell their story in poetry.
ReplyDeleteIn search of a home, I love the imagery ~ Thanks Victoria ~
DeleteI like so many lines in this. It is like reading a magical fairy tale. Loved it. Your writing is so delicate - a lot like the dandelion you describe.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery of dandelions was my inspiration ~ Thanks Myrna ~
DeleteYour poetry is so beautiful. I enjoy coming to your site.
ReplyDeleteThank you Charleen ~
DeleteBeautiful imagery, so well written!
ReplyDelete"I hear the browning of leaves . . ." I'm not completely sure why, but this is my favorite line. Excellent work!
Thank you Jeff ~ I like that line too ~
Deletewhere they have been & where they are going-
ReplyDeleteTheir footprints seep into my verses
that's what art is, in my opinion. We take from those who inspire us
and use their footprints as the foundation to further build upon our own works... beautiful write
That's the magic I believe ~ Thanks Anthony ~
DeleteI like thinking of the pub in motion on this flight, like where you take it in these marvelous heights.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan ~
DeleteI love how you let the forest in . . . your words and the image go perfectly together. Such a cool sculpture.
ReplyDeleteI know ~ Thanks Kathryn ~
DeleteGrace lovely poem..we all have wings just some of don't know how to use them..enjoy your flight on golden wings..
ReplyDeleteThank you Truedessa
DeleteGrace, lovely image of the breath its own little round world surrounded by sky--very pretty, thanks much for all you do and you seemingly limitless kindness. k.
ReplyDeleteThanks kindly K ~
DeleteYes Grace - what a fine poet you've become - there's always beauty and life in your work, and the thrill and rush of passion. Thank you for coming to the pub, and staying.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gay ~
DeleteBeautiful! Loved the imagery.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jolly~
Deletepoetry does this release from the gravitational pull of the mundane life and its gusty wind totally transforms us until we are dandelions and our life completes its circular path...your words are always true and heartfelt Grace...a beautiful poetic experience here :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Sumana ~
DeleteI have seen your poetry flight from the beginning.You are flying much higher than before ...dazzling puff balls lighting up the sky.
ReplyDeleteThank you for lovely compliment ~
DeleteYour pieces, and choices are exceptionally beautiful Grace. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you ~
Delete"I listen to stories from my fellow passengers
ReplyDeletewhere they have been & where they are going-
Their footprints seep into my verses
Shaping, carving, polishing"
Yes, yes, yes…this is beautifully captured!! Soft descriptives,subtle and perfect metaphor. Just lovely!
Thank you Ginny ~
DeleteAnd I am consistently blown away by your words. Love this poem, and that sculpture is just bananas.
ReplyDeleteYour comment about the sculpture made me smile ~ Thanks ~
DeleteHappy to meet you as well Loredana ~
ReplyDeletelove that close, Grace. sorry for having been absent; nothing for me to write of late. perhaps soon. hope you have a good week ~
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