Someone caught the sigh and sent it homewards,
Breath returned to dream from whence it came,
Lent on wings one night for all eternal,
Breath refreshed in calling of one name.
‘Lover’, spoke the wind that carried heart sigh,
‘Whither thou go, angels feather first,
I will murmur softly, in their passing,
Reminding life, a sigh may mean rebirth.’
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Well written, beautiful sentiments.
Congratulations.
Robyn
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Thank you, Robyn. Dreams leave us in strange places.x
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They do. Sadly they avoid me. I wish they wouldn’t. It makes it so much more difficult, writing poems with a dream theme, without the experience.;-) x
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I dream constantly. Sometimes I’m even sleeping. 😉 I daydream at will. Such lands to explore there. Sleep helps but isn’t always necessary. 🙂 I have to force reality sometimes. Maybe that says too much about me rather than my sleeping patterns. 😉 x
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I can do that when I’m awake, in fact it’s all like that…no TV, no other people 6 days each week allows for a lot of free thinking. So I guess that’s my equilavent!x
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We must be quite alike. I zone out and go inside to escape, at times, from so many people here and dislike TV although it’s rarely off in some rooms. Sensory overload is anathema to me so after a class full of kids five days out of seven and my own squad here day and daily, daydreaming/meditation has become something of an art form. God bless the capacity we have to find those quiet places for reflection and dreams.x
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I have birds here. A great number of them every day. I’ve counted 24 species. They’re my reality, my imagination and my teachers. 😉 x
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Flight! I understand that. 🙂
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Oh, my! Love love love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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🙂 Such an enthusiastic response. I love! Thanks, JGi.x
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leaves one rather in a swoon
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You’re swooning, Paul? My work is done! 🙂 I swoon constantly at your poetry so you owed me. 😉 Now back to dreams and where they may take imagination. Long live the sigh.x
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had me at the first carefully crafted line and what beauty you then showed in pouring out these words!! may i please re-blog this.
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Thank you, Fi. My absolute pleasure for you to do so. I always take that offer as the greatest compliment.x
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Reblogged this on Fi's Thoughts and commented:
so glad I got the okay to re-blog this beautifully crafted poem
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Thank you, Fi.x
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So very lovely, just beautiful.
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Aw, thanks, Chess. You’ve done a marathon read tonight. Many thanks.x
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And I enjoyed every word Anne 😄
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🙂 x
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