WIRE
No tightrope of words
can bare the weight of such
tender unspokenness
between A and B, B and A and Z:
BABY, don’t give up on me!
Summer martins gather on wires
in wait of their depart;
it’s too early to start, don’t go:
there’s so much you need to know!
Let me tell you, so…
Like notes emptying from a diminuendo stave,
they rise, turn, a swirling wave.
Like gravity to their upward flight, silence
feeds love’s soaring fear of heights.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and tose whom you love, and who love you, ad be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
Ron
Sheila
Axilea
Great write.
Always,
Deborah
Cheers,
Dan
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Blessings,
Christine
fee
the way you rhyme. -gene.
excellent metaphor, symbolism and imagery, madame Kate
Blessings and Love,
Christine
This beautiful capture reminds me of that very instant I received
a powerful blow to the left temple (a nautical Turkish knot gone
astray!) and the world before my eyes took on a silent, "soaring fear
of heights." The complex simplicity of love...
Like a masterful conductor, you have seamlessly orchestrated many a instrument herein. Brava!
Peace & Blessings, Poetess,
Carolyn
Carolyn
Regis
our inability, lack of commitment...what are we?
cowardly things, afraid of the ultimate everest?
It's been a while, Kate, and i hope you're fully
recovered.
John