wings and flight - Hello Poetry

Jan 2017

Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad

If the stars
Do not come out
At night,
Does it mean
That they are
No longer there?

If the sun
Cannot shine
Through the
Dark grey clouds,
Does it mean
That it vanished
Into thin air?

If the moon
Does not grace us
With its silvery light shadow,
On any given night,
Does it mean
That it will never
Be seen again?

If our hearts
Shatter and break,
If we go numb inside,
Does it mean
That we will never
Feel whole again?

These are questions
That no one can answer;
Only God knows
If and when,

All we can say is
"God willing!"
And If God wills it,
We will know,
Only then.

By Lady R.F ©2017

Oct 2016

Bhakti Lata

Enchanting Songstress

She would
borrow
the words from
whispering winds

She would steal
the tunes from
singing birds
and would
create
a world of
songs around her

Indifferent to
the shackles of time,
unaffected by
the fetters of fate,
she would sing
many songs

Songs of hope
songs of love
songs of joy
songs of freedom
songs of songs

Today

I saw
her wandering free,
free from fetters
shackles and all...

I saw
her singing along
with those birds
from whom she used to
steal her tunes,
and kissing the winds
that used to
lend her their words...

And I heard
the sky whisper
to the earth:
'She has
enchanted
her dreams
into life!'

#freedom #living #dreaming #joyful

Sep 2016

r

Elemental endless blue

Here at the end
of the continent
everyday the same
sea and sky elemental
endless blue planes
interrupted only
by a wayward bird
a flash of white
like a gull
lost out in the null
as September wanes
into Autumn's moon
breaking like a spell
casting my shadow
like a sundial
measuring my footprints
away and alone
on these wind(s)wept
bare lonely dunes.

Sep 2016

r

Moon crossways over the bed

A storm is brewing in the east
and a white bird is flying high,
like the shadow of smoke
from the last fires in the moonlight,
lying crossways over the bed
on her belly in dark *******,
whatever she is dreaming
its meaning she keeps to herself.

Sep 2016

Emily B

desirability

I took a freshbaked pie
To show Bob today.
Stranger asked-
What kind is it?

Sweet potato-
And I kept walking

Heard him say
I thought she was flirting.

But I don't
Flirt.

If the work of my hands
Doesn't entice

And the work of my mind
Doesn't intrigue

And the sparkle of my eyes
Doesn't embolden

well, you know what they say
In the south

But I don't flirt

Jun 2016

mikecccc

Just a bird

In the belief
that I was a phoenix
I let myself burn
I knew
that if I could be reborn
I would do things right
I made ash of myself
for a second chance
probably should have done more
with my first one.

Jun 2016

CA Guilfoyle

Disappearing birds

I have left the desert
to live in forests, under green trees
ruminate, drinking rose petal tea
my sipping cup of salal leaves
always I am watching the beauty
of birds, the wonder of skies
I dream into the disappearing
imagining beyond any ordinary heaven
with wings gathering gentlest winds
soft amid fog and cumulus clouds
coming, going, disappearing
how brief this precious flight.

Jun 2016

wordvango

softly haunting

if I had  only heard you call
sweet bird
chirp when I was noticing
when I had senses
those days long ago

now I sit and watch on the perch
a mute Mockingbird
a woodpecker with a sore bill
a Robin with no robin hood

a sparrow alone on a  limb
talking to himself
a  leaf waving in the breeze
and always the songs remembrances
softly haunting