Sometimes I Fly

Sometimes the wind whistles through the pineboughs
making purple shadows on the ground, Sometimes

the sound steals into my brain, leaves me restless
like the whistle of a passing train, or the night call

of a snowy owl. There are times I fight the urge
to fly, and then again, there are those sometimes

when I spread my wings and head for open sky,
like now, as I lose myself in dogeared pages

of stacks of magazines, You know– the cherished
ones, with words that reawaken dreams.

4 thoughts on “Sometimes I Fly

  1. Bardess,

    I was going through old posts and it is only now I have found your comment from almost a year ago.

    Please forgive my tardy response and know it always means a great deal to me that you take the time to read and reply to my work.

    Many thanks,

  2. F. G. M.

    “…words that reawaken dreams.”… That’s exacly the words you use in your wonderful poems! I love exploring your blog and reading them 🙂 thank you for sharing and vive la Poésie 🙂

  3. FGM,

    It was most surely a symbiotic day when I read your first poem.
    I spend hours on your blog and every minute is a grand adventure
    and a respite for the soul.

    Thank you for the time you give my efforts and thank you for the talent
    that you share. I am proud to call you friend.

    amitiés poétiques,


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