Robin Redbreast, sing
Carol the streets
Announce our day.
My window is closed,
Yet she comes beyond
Glass, shades and shutters
To encourage flight
Not once noticing
I haven’t the wings
Required.
But how do I say no
When all I want
Is to fly.
Wonderful poem – to fly – of course.
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Thank you. Haha, yes, of course.
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You have so often flown
Before my eyes
You may no longer
Hide your winsome wings…
For I have gathered feathers
You have left for me to find
In the stillness…
In the snow…
Beneath the pines…
Perhaps the robin sees beyond
Our shaded crystal panes
And finds what we have
Failed to see
In musings of the rain
“But often poets hide behind the parchment
In words discreetly placed between the lines
Yet one may find them in a single feather
That falls upon the snow beneath the pines”
Believe… and you can fly!
Michael
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I remember this poem, Michael. It’s as if I have been reading your words for a hundred years, yet, every time they affect me deeply. Your words, as if my very own now, I cherish. You have a true gift. You continue to draw me close and allow me to feel able, and I thank you.
To fly past your window
And leave a part of me
Is truly a pleasure
For its how you wait
On the other side
Which brings me peace
The strength you share
With me this day
Is one I’ll take
Again and again
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Reblogged this on Booknvolume and commented:
A Truly delightful Verse from a Beautiful Poetess. Do stop by her blog to enjoy more!
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You’re an exceptional support, my friend. Thank you.
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Delighted 🙂
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♡
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Fly my friend, Fly High and Far, Sailing on the winds of Hope and the zephyrs of Delight that you spread out before you with your wonderful words 🙂
Love this Audrey!!
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Your comment is poetry. Hard to see myself in those words. Blessed to know you see me there, Morgan. Thank you ♡
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I do, We all do 😉
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Thanks, Sister
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I would get a grip on the bird and go for it.
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I’m such a light sleeper anymore, these robins are singing me awake before the waking hour. 🙂 Thanks, Butch. When did you become a cowboy..lol. Sounds like bull riding to me.
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Bird riding. Yes.
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Nice.. lol
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Yes! Exactly….! 🙂 tweettweettweettweedilytweet!
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I’ve always wanted to fly, too, Audrey. The birds make it look so easy. Do you think they think we have things better because we can drive??
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They do it effortlessly, Debbie. I’m not sure they think of us. Smiling..
Thanks!
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This makes me smile. 🙂
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Grumpy smiling should be a goal of mine, I think.
Thank you. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
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Don’t make it happen too often. It might damage my four and angry persona!
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Can’t let that happen! Grrr…
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