Truman Capote lied. While
Breakfast(ing) at Tiffany's,
he said, 'It's better to look
at the sky than live there.
Such an empty place; so
vague. Just a country where
thunder goes and things
disappear.' Not so. Ever
changing, ever reaching,
the expanse overhead: what
goes on there affects us
down under. Must be a
magnetic pull: find myself
always looking up at the
wonders filling my eyes:
each one new and exciting,
each one unique --- never
the same sky twice. I'd
never be bored. I'd chase
the sun from one horizon to
the other, break a bucking
bolt of lightning, dance with
the Northern Lights, ride
the jet to destinations
unknown, surf the clouds,
spin down to earth on the
the back of a twister and
slide into the pot of gold at
the end of the rainbow --- I'd
do it all. Let me live high
and free, unfettered by the
restrictions of gravity ---
Karla, your poetic high reminds us of how our imaginations and spirits soar unbounded by our earthly feet. The expanse of blue above us an ever changing environ of color and light that reaches out and demands our attention. We never tire of its mysterious allure. You capture the emotions perfectly my dear friend. May this day find your sky filled with puffy white clouds and azure blue. May peace and love embrace you. Jon Michael
And here I thought by the title that this might be a poem about getting high...you sucked me in, LOL, Ed
Reviewed by Artūrs Lūsis (Reader)
Reviewed on September 21, 2010
Lovely writing! I still incline towards nothing is up there or anywhere else; yet this, of course, is a sublime example of diverse thought; everyone must think about & ackowledge all possible ways our lives can take. Of course, nature's power is immense and immaculate - this piece has one language with it. Plus I love Your style of writing; how poem goes through changes of itself; not only description, but opinionS that converse with each other. Great use of language and poetic freedom.
I have a friend that spent many years looking down; at the sidewalk, the curb, the grass, never looking forward or upward, a generally sad person, until one day he looked up at the sky...it totally changed his life, that and he stopped walking into light poles. Nicely written.
Cheers,
Dan
Karla, this poem gave me such an uplift of spirit. Your energy is so profoundly found within your words..I would love to be gravity free and go wherever I want to wander...This is a spectacular poem..
Thank you for making my morning..
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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In Christs Love
Michelle~~
The den was/is not the same without
your stormspinning poetry. -gene.
thank you!
peace, Carole~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Saw a huge hawk this morning while leaving; thing flew right over my head! BIG bird!!
Cheers,
Dan
Thank you for making my morning..
Much peace, love and light,
Amber