I stand and look out upon the
green and snow and trees...
so close I can touch them, with
my mind.
My arms at my side slowly rise
and shiver and quiver...
awaiting the flight I will take,
with my mind.
How much has my inner person
grown!?
How much joy can I contain!?
You who took my anger and
confusion and illusion...
wrapped in a stripe from me to
you, in my mind.
Like an eagle I climb high with
soaring and sailing...
while sheltered in your warmth,
in my mind.
You gave me growth.
You gave me joy.
You gave me wings of heart and wisdom
and faith.
You write lovely poems and as with poems, I don't get it all in on my first read. So I had to go over it again. Each time I read it I get a different picture in my mind.
ReplyDeleteI have been helping my daughter with her English homework assignment dealing with reading and interpreting poems. It reminds me that I should come back over to your blog to read some more.
Paul: "Each time I read it I get a different picture in my mind."
ReplyDeleteThis poem is a memory of a child who has grown. Having received the words to articulate the memory, in her mind, she is free. Alas, it is her; it is me! "The Inner Child."
I'm glad you came by; May God bless that assignment. :)
You gave me wings of heart....
ReplyDeleteThat's very nice.
Hi Desp. Thanks so very much, and it's good to hear from you :)
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