..
Flying’s fine, but for once
I have perhaps chosen
wisely, wildly
shedding my shoulds
for something
(more or less)
sibilant, more bent
toward appropriate sun
-light. We fight tooth
and nail for feathers, hope
balanced precariously on
bright strings. We long
for fireworks, the sacred
oooo and ahhhh
of time. We miss the hum.
We strum our fingers
and wait for summer, spring,
spotlight, fallen stars;
some distant thing that
never really comes. We ache
to gasp and grasp and guffaw,
miss the gentle giggles
in between.
We’ve spoken
now of many ordinary
things. Silence
has a softer skin,
which must sometimes
……………..be broken.
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This is inspired, de…truly, a work of the heart. Beautiful gift.
I love this, De! Yes, we miss the hum… The gentle giggles in between… Your poems touch me deeply…
“some distant thing that never really comes” – this really is how a good many of us live, is it not? Trying to balance, get it right. And then the ending – perfect!
I read this a few times, each time finding more and more depth and richness. I like the style of the poem to. I’m just learning styles. Is it a certain form?
Hi. Thanks so much for your kind comment. No special form here, just prose, I suppose. Or free verse. 🙂
I am just returning to poetry and what little I know about form is from high school. So my “knowledge” is quite limited. But, I know what I like when I see it, and that was yours:) Keep it up. I am glad to have found this group!
The first 7 lines. Yes.
“Silence has a softer skin, which must sometimes be broken.” … So true. I love all the different meanings of “broken.”