taking flight

something old is new again

I wrote some words once

so light

they flitted off the page

and flew away

My best work

is liable

to grow wings
and leave me
lonely.

 

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Yes it happens a lot..at times a very beautiful work was up there in my mind
I put it down but it will never come as complete as I had thought of it
once only once I could do it,but before I saved it the light went off
and it was lost ,so I tried for hours again to put it back,but never
never ever will it come back like it came the first time..how depressing
it came in a very distorted way..how this mind works in a very strange way
yes things could fly away from off paper so easy,and we can do nothing about it
I really enjoyed this..
lovely write..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

or make you fly away from yourself...I think if our words stand well on their own,
or fly away....that means we have done our best job of giving them life.
j.

[Emily B]

Thank you so much

[light and ashes]

beautiful. absolutely love it.

[Emily B]

Thank you so much

[light and ashes]

You're welcome! :) It was such a lovely write.

[Samith Pich]

sweet :)

Thanks for sharing

[Emily B]

How are you?

[Samith Pich]

I am good, you?

[Emily B]

Very well. I was pleased to see you here.

[Samith Pich]

I had a poem to post but its been a pleasure revisiting this place. I see your poetry hasn't aged a bit

[Emily B]

I am so old now :) you posted? I'll have to go see

[Samith Pich]

That makes two of us :)

[Emily B]

My chick's are all flying the coop :)

[Samith Pich]

Also applies to my brain cells

[Zatoichi]

Your poetry always demonstrates the weight of words.
These words are indeed so light they could fly away. I'm blessed to have found them.

Have you ever read the work of Isaac Bashevis Singer? He's a favorite writer of mine that I think you'd enjoy.

[Emily B]

I will look into him. Words are important these days.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

An interesting way to look at it but it is true. Once we wright a poem it must leave the nest for others toread it and identify with it.

[Emily B]

Thank ya, Dale!

[roarke]

Ah, but there in lies the nature of art. Don't fret, its heartening you released something good into the cosmos and contributed to its balance.

[Neville]

...................................... tis the way of the word ... and a perfect observation, captured and now securely pinned to this page for eternity ................ bravo :)

[Baby Ricochet]

Cryptic. I like

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

As always, masterfully penned! The other reviewers have covered most of what I would say, but as a personal reference this poem reminded me of when I have written in moonlight, or no light, on a pad at my side in the middle of the night...sometimes pages and pages so not to overwrite something. Then, in the morning i find that I cannot read what was so beautiful in my mind. Those words are gone, flown.

[Emily B]

even if we capture the beautiful thought, express it just the way we imagined it . . . there comes a moment when the whole becomes its own entity and escapes the creator, birds leave the nest, children leave home, and poems fly away

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Very well said. They do have a life of their own.

[SpitfireGrrrl]

The contradiction. Knowing there is so much going on inside you have to put it down, somewhere, somehow - but then as soon as you do... it's gone. Extremely well expressed.