Sunday, November 2, 2014

Sky Light

    image from theguardian.com

You and I, we build
a scaffolding of sighs
reaching to the closer clouds.
Our fears
are not of flying,
but falling
back to earth
with those
who go about their lives
as if the sky was only empty,
as if it did not contain wonders,
as if it was not the threshold
to heaven.


This is a late 55 for all the Toads and other garden dewllers over at the Imaginary Garden.  
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36 comments:

  1. This is so good! I immediately respond to your every word as a truth I have never read so well-expressed before.

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  2. Wow - thank you Kerry! I'm glad this resonated with you.

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  3. We must also cherish the beauty of nature along with life:)

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  4. As if it wernt full of wonders...That is a good line in a good verse

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  5. I love the way you wrote this Mary . . . quite beautiful . . . . xo

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  6. You have a wonderful way with words. So many go about their lives like this. But not writers!!

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    1. Thank you Yvonne. I agree, writing, especially poetry helps us notice things we might otherwise take for granted.

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  7. ah most definitely....it is not the flight bu tthe fall that gets us...and so we dare not fly too high....smiles....and oh what we miss...

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  8. Thank you for the reminder to look up to the sky once in a while ~ Beautiful 55 words ~

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  9. The fall of things to come, hopefully they don't knock us on our bum

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  10. Powerful love poem. Flying just high enough to be stars and see them too.

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  11. Hey Mary, glad to read you again.

    Love how this sounds aloud ~

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  12. gosh I just love this. from start to not-really-finish (because it seems infinite)

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    1. Awww Marian, what high praise! Thank you.

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  13. Mary, I like the two levels/layers I see here. The higher level, not really reaching to be in the clouds, but away in life away from the trivial things and from those we can't do anything about anyway. Then the literal, whimsical level of climbing to the clouds; wouldn't that be fun.
    It was fun for me just to read about and then think about both levels. Thank you.
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  14. Gorgeous! Every now and then, I read something that seems touched by something beyond the ordinary. This is one of those.

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  15. Oh, oh, oh! That first line abotu the scafffolding of sighs. That was class, that was pure poetry. That's why I come back. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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    1. Thank you so much. I appreciate that!

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  16. This is just a remarkably beautiful poem.

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    1. Thank you MZ, and thanks for continuing the 55 prompts!

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  18. This is sumptuous writing - love it.

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  19. To share such a journey with someone is a blessing. Lovely poem.

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