"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Flight


Were I to shed this flesh
that is glued to bone
I would take flight
as a butterfly.

Scaled wings would
take me beyond
my darkened cocoon
to drink the spirit’s nectar
that flows from the river
of the sun.

In starlight night my bed
would be on emerald leaves,
the wind rocking me to sleep.

Look not upon me with your judgment;
let my heart wish and don’t condemn.
I know my feet keep me bound to earth.
It is my dreams that give me wings.


©Susie Clevenger 2012

Image: Google Images
Written for New World Creative Union's Wednesday Wake Up Call



14 comments :

Thinking said...

wow...I just want to know that have you ever post poetry of Paul Lawrence Dunbar...?

Please provide me the link if you did...and if not...please do...

Brian Miller said...

smiles...i think life as a butterfly would certainly be a marvelous thing...i always dreamed of flying...and let those dreams fuel you surely...smiles.

GrandmaK said...

Oh to be as beautiful as a butterfly and to glide with her wings!!! Beautiful! Cathy

Susan said...

Wonderful!!!!

Steve Piper said...

Very nicely done, I especially love the "cocooning" comfort of the third verse.

libithina said...

Oh,lovely Susie it would be so good and in dreams .. and yur last ib

Susie Swanson said...

So beautiful, I think we all wish we had those wings..Great poem..

Natasha Head said...

Our Butterfly poet sends our butterfly prompt through the roof! Susie...this is stunning...beautiful, positive...wouldn't it be wonderful.

Geraldine said...

this is so beautifully written susie. I have a very deep affinity with anything butterfly-related. your words touched my heart.

Chasing Tao said...

One day we shall all fly on the breezes as do butterflies! Really nice Susie!

Roger ☺

awakenedwords said...

excellent Susie, loved it all the way through.

bumfuzzled said...

who hasn't dreamed, in the innocence of youth, of being the butterfly? before the days of work and bills and grownup's toys we did. and so fortunate you're still able to "be the butterfly" thanks for sharing this :)

Monty

Chantell said...

This poem is beautiful ♥ I love butterflies, love their apparent freedom and ability to 'sail' through life, nothing holding them back...

Your words are gorgeous :)

Linda H. said...

This is so beautifully written. With all the things that "weight us down" in life, I am sure many people feel this way.

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