breathe
in a daydream I find..
my arms no longer flesh color
they are feathered black
with oil spot rainbows glinting in the sun
sinewy and muscular
strong yet fragile
legs are weak, they stumble as I walk
so instead I extend my wings
feeling the breeze, testing it
the wind picks up and I am lifted
seemingly without effort
carried aloft, light and free
airborne with the wings of spirit
that I joyfully rediscover within myself
I’ve often wondered..
what it would be like to be an angel
with my focus solely heavenward
this is not my reality
my spirit is fastened to this earth
attached to those I love
family and friends fill my mind, my heart
to be more accurate
I should rather be a faerie
a feral creature surrounded by greenwood
flightless as a majestic oak tree with
roots that reach ever deeper for nourishment
and limbs reaching skyward
seeking space to breathe
The River Muse (new site)
Great poem Annie – enjoyed reading
Thank you Lekh <3
I read Annie’s poetry almost daily via Facebook. I find her style refreshing, enjoying each and every piece to which I’ve been introduced thus far. Write On, Annie!
Thank you Debbie <3
Annie, we love you so! I enjoy reading your words every single day! Never fail. You are such a light! Thank you! XOXOXO
Brilliant poem Annie. xo
A big Thank You to The River for publishing my poem <3
beautiful. with strength and honesty the lines are woven and they sing on my ear
You are Welcome Annie.
In the first part of your poem I imagined a bird preparing for flight. I was surprised you were speaking of an angel for the same reason you mention I feel you to the earth. Then you bring in fairies and I am delighted by the images that arise. I am one of those adults that truly believes in fairies, in a realm existing parallel to ours with doors between the two. Thanks I needed that.
I should rather be a faerie
a feral creature surrounded by greenwood
flightless as a majestic oak tree with
roots that reach ever deeper for nourishment
and limbs reaching skyward
seeking space to breathe
Your poem is beautiful Annie. The last three lines above say exactly how I feel about my life but haven’t been able to express as succintly or beautifully as you have.
My heart felt thanks to all who have read and commented on my poem
How innocent and touching. I had to laugh at the rainbow-color. My grand-daughter’s favorite color is rainbow and she does color everything in rainbow-color.