Flying

Charleston Skyline ©WabiSabi 2013

Charleston Skyline ©WabiSabi 2013

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 clouds,  like prairie schooners

hurry across the sky and with a swirl

they carry daydreams on the wind’ s  sweet breath,

each glimpse of the crystal  sky sending thoughts packing

on a whole  new train down alleys unexplored

 

the tale  still untold,  the vault still under lock

with  mirrored halls of memory reflecting a nimble fiction

an unwritten story that might crave another, happier ending-

but then the ending writes itself,

always the same.

 

now the time arrives to climb above the schooners,

 staring down with rapture, surveying as a raptor would

forgetting limbs that protest loudly, words catch in the throat –

she remembers the wing of the osprey and how the wind catches it, 

  and she hitches a ride on the same strong breeze,

 following the osprey all the way home.

 ****

©Wabi Sabi 2013

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For  Sunday Whirl  ‘prairie, halls, swirl, wind, train, vault, nimble, crave, rapture, limbs, throat, each.’

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20 thoughts on “Flying

  1. These are my favorites:

    “on the wind’ s sweet breath,
    each glimpse of the crystal sky sending thoughts packing”

    “the tale still untold, the vault still under lock”

    “the ending writes itself, always the same”

    “forgetting limbs … she remembers the wing of the osprey”

    Like

  2. This poem starts in the clouds, swirls down to the depths and rises again. I am so very glad to make your acquaintance, hank you for stopping by my place and see you next week at the wordle. xo teri

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