Pic from Ursi's Eso Garden by the artist Inoue Naoki
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Take the breath
Of the wings of morning
Lift your eyes
To the canyons
Of the skies
And fly!
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Morning breath
Morning breath
Trembling
Blurring
Hungering
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Speed
Speed is power
Tumbling
Spinning
Senseless
Non
Sense
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Waking
Waking in moonlight
On dark
Silvered
Waters
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The years hum by
Softly glowing with stars and promises
Angers and fears slowly drown
In the waters of Lethe
And flight
Is the inner longing for
Perfection
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Wings
Dreaming of shimmering wings
Dreaming of being
Wings
Loneness
Inner earth
Inner time
Inner sky
Inner heaven
Being
Is the art of flying
~
I measure out my life with haiku. My camera films my soul. ~ Gemma Wiseman
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20 comments:
i miss having dreams... i do believe,, they give you wings......
'flight is the inner longing for perfection' - lovely phrase
this was great, i really like the syle too.
Well I certainly flew through that.
Dreamy. Good.
Flights of a different kind!
:D
children's day out
very nicely done and I love the picture that you chose to accompany this piece.
Gemma,
I like your fresh way of using some words here in this poem to create graceful poetic lines. I am amazed how you used and dressed this supposed to be stale words and effectively made them look fresh with your unique way of carefully putting them together in this poem. Simple words achieving profound meaning as they gracefully dance in lines and in lovely rhythms.
Your poetic gift shine in this well crafted piece. You are like an alchemist of words turning them into gems of poetry.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques
Amazingly well written Gemma
specially loved the last verse .
The contrast of ideas ..for when you say "inner" it somehow indicates confining ..while here it is the exact opposite !!
I have been on this flight ...
Thanks for your visit and the lovely words for the verse and picture .
The first stanza is breathtaking!
"flight
Is the inner longing for
Perfection"
Lovely line! Very nice poem. :)
"Being is the art of flying" is a wonderful ending! Our dreams must fly if we want to live. Wonderful poem!
To be is to fly, perhaps...
Here's the sting - Bee's fly too!
I enjoyed reading this and I love the pictures on your blog..
Hello Gemma
Thanks for for your previous visit . I have another poem for the same prompt or "Flight"
Hope you will look it up :)
Thanks
http://la-muse07.blogspot.com/2007/11/eagle.html
being is the art of flying..powerful wordss
This is lovely - you kind of float along with the words....
dream flying...I can see that.
rel
Delightful and provocative read!
This is so beautiful I am almost speechless. It is magical and transforming.
I love the tone set by the first stanza. I never thought of flight as the inner longing for perfection, but it is, isn't it?
Wonderfully done. Your "flights" of fancy were very dream like in their images. At some point I felt like a free flying bird.
love-bd
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