to be a tree
hair freefalling in the wind a myriad silver fish sparkling
the sun caught in the slender branches
stretch my arms up
to the fragrance of the skies to the vanilla clouds
guard the nest of a cheerful chickadee
fill the air with the twittering noisome song
loose myself in the wet grass
to be
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Lovely poem, Svetlana. It is very evocative of freedom and well-being and careless summers.
Have you seen Jacqui BB's blog? She hosts a Wednesday Poetry day every week and has links to all the poems that her friends post on Wednesdays, besides that she is a lovely person and a good artist:
http://binford-bellstudio.blogspot.com/2009/12/poetic-journey-for-wednesday-sorry.html
Thank you, Nicholas - you are always very kind and gracious... I was so lucky to discover your blog - just surfing...
I did see Jaqui BB's blog on your followers' list and considered writing to her...now I will definitely try...
It is precious to know somebody who is like-minded...
Sveta, you know that my English is rather passive than active. I read fluently but write badly so I have not enough word tools to express my admiration for this verse. Thank you dear!!!
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