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

[R.E. Ray]

I’m left with a want to rise above everything at ground level and fly away, far from life’s suffering, drama, war, gossip, etc. There’s a peace in flight and a silence that calms. You’ve captured that so well here. And, the artwork is perfectly paired with your poem.

[An owl on the moon]

I am truly grateful for your encouraging words, for your understanding of my words here. May your new week come with so much joy and peace for you... beyond the broken, shattered places.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

shouldn't life feel free, like we just float through it...i imagine through this poem a world without clocks, but then that would be one before there were people on this earth...just water and land and nature...
but we as humans put constraints on everything...we ration, we time things...we even time time.
And nature is forgotten....we get too busy to enjoy what was here for so long without us.
this poem really moves me.
j.

[An owl on the moon]

My friend! How thankful to have you here again. You understood so well... yes... the world should feel free.. should be timeless in so many ways. May we find those places of true peace... always.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"Sing me songs of the meadowed millpond mirrors
of melted anxieties drip dripping down
tell me what life should feel like..."

You exude brilliance in everything you post - in everything I have read. What an exhilarating thrill its been to read you after all these years... and another Cafe, later!

[An owl on the moon]

Hello Kelly! Always such a joy to have you visit! So thankful for your words, and yes, your presence here over these wondrous years. :)

[Hayley]

The image of "melted anxieties" reminds me partly of ice cream/Popsicles on a summer day, but also of that Salvador Dali piece of the melting clocks. Given this is part of your Wonderland collection, I think this is fitting. If I recall correctly, no time had passed from when Alice fell down the rabbit hole to when she re-emerged. This poem has a very peaceful tone, despite the references to violence and darkness. Please keep writing and adding to this collection!

[An owl on the moon]

Hayley, I deeply appreciate your comments. Thank you for the encouragement! And btw, I absolutely love the works of Salvador Dali. :)

[Stella Armour]

Well, what can i say but that this was an utter pleasure to read... i just wanted to be lifted up and fly away over the timeless meadows.
I love your poetry :)

[An owl on the moon]

Stella... so thankful to have you by. Thank you for your kindness. May this week be so good to you. :)

[Chris Shaw]

You certainly lift your readers to new heights with your words Craig. This poem is heavenly in its language and poetic expression. You soar. Loved it.

Chris

[An owl on the moon]

I so appreciate your words, Chris! Wishing you a week of wonders to come. :)

[Hanna01]

This is breathtakingly beautiful! I can relate to your words so well! "tell me what life should feel like/
surely not this over-burdened fight" it's one of the purest things I've read in a long time. Thumps up!

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much for your kindness, dear Hanna! May your new week bring only joy. :)

[Crowley]

This is why you are one of my favorites. Exactly why. Heavy sigh....

[An owl on the moon]

Oh my friend, forgive my late reply... how it's a joy to see you and hear your heavy sigh!