Saturday 3 May 2014

Soaring with angels


You make me feel free
Those eyes a gift of moment
I fear not the night

The blackbird wakes me
Arise my heart you are sent
To fill my whole life

And you are my wings
With you I soar to the heights
To see the world’s light

When I am broken
Dead to this beautiful land
I will still have you




Photo by Pixgood.com

21 comments:

  1. The body is mortal, but love is forever.

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  2. This could be about love, mortality or even (if you are that way inclined) religion... It reads in different ways depending on which angle you come at it from. Great work!

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  3. Another finely crafted poem full of wisdom and love and beauty..really soars on the page and inside

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  4. Beautiful flow in your blackbird story.

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  5. Ah.. love how you draw love and tenderness to those words lingered with darkness.. beautiful

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  6. We all need something, why not a blackbird? Nicely flowing.

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    1. I like the idea of needing something...even a blackbird! ;)

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  7. A beautifully wrought poem of transcendence .

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  8. eyes - a gift of the moment indeed. Very nice write!

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  9. This is gorgeous, OE! I concur with Pearl.

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  10. Lovely. I particulary like your last two verses.

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  11. Just lovely. Spring is waking us all up to beauty.

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  12. Very nice..glad I hopped over here today to read.

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  13. we have a lot of them around now The grackles; have a nice weekend

    much love...

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  14. I like the way you've portrayed the blackbird as a wonderful gift.

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  15. A bird's eye view. Nicely woven,

    Elizabeth

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  16. Old Egg, what a gorgeous opening to this poem, and flows right on through. Nicely done.

    Pamela

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  17. Love this, especially:
    "Those eyes a gift of moment"

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  18. Ohh, I do love this a lot.

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