would it be possible
do you think
to have gravity loosened
under my feet
just a tiny bit
so I could fly away
and stretch
what could be wings?
thecourseofourseasons
Observations from the Garden
would it be possible
do you think
to have gravity loosened
under my feet
just a tiny bit
so I could fly away
and stretch
what could be wings?
thecourseofourseasons 
Ah.. the balance.. of bird feet.. only swaying left or right with wind of light.. ah the wind of being light.. the weight of love.. never heavy.. in feat of light..:)
Yes, that’s a brilliant idea!
Such a lovely thought – something that I have wished for many a times.
Oh I’m sorry I missed the It’s a Pity poem, could you e me it, my friend? I hear the gravity in this poem, and feel the longing for flight which may not be possible just now – but will be one day, again, for both of us, we know that, dont we? And when we fly again, it wont be without pain for the loss of all that keeps us tethered here. It’s a conundrum, this life of being human.
As a young man I used to have flying dreams, lots of them; like Fellini had–but oddly they stopped in my 50’s; still baffles me. Even in the dream state, though, flying was glorious.
Sweetly done and novel.
I was looking again for your “It’s a Pity” poem, which you posted yesterday, but it seems to have disappeared and this one appears (on the linky) in its place. Confused.
Hi Mary
felt too uncomfortable leaving that poem up – so had to get up in the middle of the night and take the post down – sorry for the confusion. I so appreciate your kind words – it really means so much to me for you to ‘hear’ me 🙂
K
I understand, but know it really WAS a wonderful poem!
Indeed that would be a wonderful feeling indeed…just for a day!
Wistful longing and very seasonal too. But I did like your poem ‘It’s a pity’ too, which has now disappeared. It described me too to a T!
Thanks so much- I appreciate your kind words – for both poems 🙂
I confess I always wonder what it’s like to fly… birds are so free. I fixed your link by the way 🙂
Thank you, Anthony. I had actually posted a ‘confession’ but chickened out and took the poem down. I should have let you know and I apologize. Also, I have been looking for one of your poems written last year. It is about your mom if I remember – but I have thought about it and would like to re-read. Do you remember which it might be? Thanks!
K
ooh, ok 🙂 Do you mind if I leave this up, then? it doesn’t go with the prompt, BUT I like it and since I’m the one that put this one up there… Thank you so much for just taking it down and not just linking anything up; quite a few here don’t have that much respect for others, so it is appreciated. And I think you may be taking about this one: http://glassstaircase.blogspot.com/2014/03/darwin.html
Hmm… I’m trying to leave a longer comment, but it’s not posting… send me an email to the address on my blog and I’ll give you the link
To me the gravity and having the wings also in part is about leaving.
Lovely thoughts!
oh i would love to be able to fly… how wonderful it must be to feel that weightlessness and see the world from a different perspecitve
Wonderful. Today I saw quite a few bluebirds in my yard, checking out the bluebird houses. I’ve now had 10 years of flights being born and returning. they are my wings.
Great ! This odd, sideways look at things is real poetry.