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Wild
Wild, the sky says “dance”
and the clouds obey.
My hands are birds, posing
in the trees, accompanying.
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Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Poem: Wild
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CLOUDS ARE MY MOUNTAINS
Already my gaze is upon the hill, the sunlit one. The way to it, barely begun, lies ahead. So we are grasped by what we have not grasped, full of promise, shining in the distance. It changes us, even if we do not reach it, into something we barely sense, but are; a movement beckons, answering our movement . . . But we just feel the wind against us. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
24 comments:
part composer, part music, part thing, part soul. live the wild life, ruth, as you do:)
beautiful bite for this early morning.
xo
erin
Wow, so simple, but so impactful! Beautiful :). Great blog, am a new follower.
http://marleeindebt.blogspot.com/2011/09/lesson-14-go-for-it.html
Gorgeous - I'm so envious, I've always wanted to be gifted enough to write poetry!
A couple days ago I laid down on the beach and stared straight up at the sky, just like a little kid (our skies here are SO dramatic).
Ah, I cannot help but wonder, my friend . . . are the birds also allowed to dance?
A fun and lovely four lines.
My soul just put on its party lips.
Thanks, erin. We can move in and around each other while one thing dances and another waits, or we can all dance together. Wild and free.
Hi and welcome, Marlee! Thanks for reading and for following.
Thanks a lot, Megan, and welcome.
Thanks for reading, Mark. No better place to remain a kid than at the beach. Hope you have a beautiful autumn in Florida.
George, let's just say that dancing is their natural state.
Thanks, Maureen.
Great image, Amy! Thank you.
They are lovely words fit to form a simple sweet poem..
Thanks a lot, Divya. Have a good day.
Our skies have been weeping again.
Stratoz, you've had quite the dancing skies this summer.
I change one letter and it is the Wind! Wild wind.
Brief and beautiful, full of a sense of freedom, yet a freedom with order and purpose.
I like all the layers of both the photo and the poem.
So perfect! The sky was dancing this weekend up north -- but not nearly so blue and lovely!
maybe, finally, this is the definition of happy i've been searching for
lovely
rick
Wow, crisp, direct, and beautiful.
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