Searching for Wings

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Spiritual

Trying to tread air with
stone wings,
heaven appears ever smaller
(at least Icarus touched
Paradise once!)

 

I dare to spin security
from gauzy imaginings--
the stuff of angel dreams,
domain of the blessed.

 

In a glittering mind-waltz
sculpted from a long green day,
somewhere I flew.

 

But then awoke,
the cloudscape far above.

Stalking joy through reeds
of doubt,
I glimpsed it,
like the blur of a
frightened fawn.

 

Weightless as breath,
a glint on the black woolen
cloak of care
Truth spoke:
The crocus blooms in snow.
Ice turns kale to royal hues.

In forests, shadows crawling on
the tattered ground
make struggling drops of light
more sublime.

 

Someday stone will turn to light
and I’ll laugh across infinity.

 

Patricia Joan Jones

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Starward's picture

The whole poem displays your

The whole poem displays your inimitable style, but the last two stanzas bring that "patriciajj" effect to the forefront!  Wow!  However do you coin such perfect phrases?


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Your comment made me smile on

Your comment made me smile on a day I didn't feel I I had much to smile about. Thank you! 

Morningglory's picture

Ditto

LLove those last lines


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Thank you so much for reading

Thank you so much for reading and leaving that kind comment. 

allets's picture

Nice image

"mind-waltz"


 

 

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Thank you so much. I'm

Thank you so much. I'm thrilled that you visited this older post and took the time to leave such an uplifting comment.