Meadows with no clocks

There are journeys that leave no footprints…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A heron hovering

flighting in sunlit skies

winged breath in angel visions

there are journeys with no footprints

feathered wings in life’s flight over meadows with no clocks

only the trafficked flitter of butterflies

only the roaring call of songbirds

how the soul seeks rest

songs of the Sabbath

no warring factions

feathering fractions

Sing me songs of the meadowed millpond mirrors

of melted anxieties drip dripping down

tell me what life should feel like

surely not this over-burdened fight

not this darkened screeching night

I want the feeling of lifting flight

soaring over worlded wonders

breathing cloud crystals

fly me over meadows with no clocks

time there rides on a heron’s wings…

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i agree, it seems that the way it should feel?

sort of like a beautiful meadow with no clocks..

we seem so tied to time...countdowns to this, countdowns to that etc.

we need to just live and enjoy each moment and treat each other kind.

this is a beautiful poem.

[DeleVan Sonta-an DellEr..]

powerful and descriptive...it pulls you right in

[amy]

I do not see a fragile whimsy character but one of strength..... Hearty....Not a heron but a crow...loud and fierce!Precise in the need although most elegant in the nature of want. I read your words and think not to tread too deeply, but your thoughts overflow into welcome. I am enchanted but the beauty in your work.

[Natasha]

i love this- i instantly was interested in reading because of the title- takes you on a journey of wanting more from life, beautifully written and such beauty mixed with pain- great work once again :) you are becoming one of my favorite writers!

[Craba]

your last 10 lines masterful, love the imagery with this write.
very nicely written.

[Seashell]

Oh for a day without clocks.. But how would we know when the day had ended ? :) Maybe we would want it to last for ever as we 'lifted flight' above the meadows viewing all in a different perspective ...
Magical write
Thank you dear friend xx

[Aaran]

This was just so refreshing Craig! In a life burdened with responsibilities and commitments you sometimes wish to take off like this heron in the abundance of space! Clocks do create some sort of constraint - something you are meant to abide by and I would happily love someplace that is free of these shackles!! You have woven the magic of the words once again!! Well done my friend!

[Sweets]

I would love to live in a meadow with no clocks...as far as I believe, clocks control our lives, everything in life is based on a clock...work, school, time to wake up, and time to sleep...beautiful poem :)

[Suze]

I felt this part of the poem very deeply:
Tell me what life should feel like, surely not this ever-burdened fight, not this darkened screeching night....
It expresses something I feel, and is written so beautifully. I love the title, too, it calls up a life or a place with no pressures or expectations, just rest for the soul and happiness. Wonderful poem!

[rnuff]

winged breath in angel visions
there are journeys with no footprints
feathered wings in life’s flight over meadows with no clocks
only the trafficked flitter of butterflies

Simply stunning imagery here, breath taking write, yet so poetic.
I really enjoyed thi piece.