A global, collaborative poem. It's beautiful, hopeful, flies high and goes deep and it starts with a bird.....
Image: Kevin Hodgson. Remix Word Cloud
1. A bird, flying though the sky
2 Cuts through dark clouds
3 Circling on wind drifts
4 Your mind shifts to stars
5 Whose silver wings shimmer and shiver. And fade.
6 Cutting into thin air, exhilarating, hard to breath,
7 as you swim through the sun flooded blue
8 ignoring the green duckweed trying to get into your nostrils.
9 focusing on turquoise skies: the other side
10 until, until, there. You break through and for a moment,
11 you forget. (Go to line 106 option)
12 The dark clouds that touched your wings yesterday. Now replaced by light.
13 Invisibly lifted, you soar higher.
14 Higher and higher until you fear Icarus’ fate.
15 Looking down, you notice gratitude growing within you,
16 warming your bones just like the Sun’s rays.
17 wrapping wings of hope around the earth
18 observing the moment pass.
19 You glide, introspective,
20 Into a brighter light,
21 illuminating from deep within,
22 sparking something deep inside of you,
23 that reaches out to others
24 even animal friends, companions
25 share your brilliance
26 alive, living in the moment.
27 noticing the small things
28 celebrating the small things, because these give us all hope.
29 a child's smile, a cat's paw, a snowdrop peeking through the snow
30 a carousel of animated memories that light up receptors of gratitude
31 and trigger fond memories
32 captured, like snapshots, to browse through
33 a force keeping the dark clouds at bay
34 and allowing our inner strength to shine through
35 Wings rhythm beat is one of an ancient song
36 The sound of wings https://youtu.be/AzEZUofreU0
37 beats like hearts thumping in rhythm
38 like tribes gathering
39 on the plateau in late spring
40 reflecting on the past yet looking to the future
41 and still remaining warriors in the present
42 armed with love and compassion
43 To see ourselves as others see us!
44 It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
45 An' foolish notion.
46 Of snowflakes drifting on the winds
48 the only flakes I see are dust
49 different zones, different moans
50 Crisscrossing echoes linger
51 from far away. While closer, chattering birds
52 with young in tow, peaceful sounds, rise in stark contrast
53 with sirens, ever circling. Human and nature collide
54 something of our song still songs, inside
55 wonder rises, can we still hear?
56 have we salvaged our hope to listen for joy?
57 Hope springs eternal, so we are told. Joy
58 cometh from the sounds of birds, the breath of wind, the tangible sense of nature
59 of hope
60 Where poems are seeds and stories are leaves
61 the Earth grows stronger, and the sunlight
62 shadows these trees, firm-rooted in ancient soil
63 and we, the people, we are always digging deep
64 thinking and feeling , listening as though we may be
65 on the ancient bows of trees rooting stories through and through,
66 reaching at once deep into the earth and high into the sky
76 past the places where we share words
77 that tumble past my lips, like a blessing
78 or a curse
79 far beneath, where stone melts and churns
80 then returns with smoke and fire
81 through cracks and crevices
82 new land cools and forms
83 greens, flourishes,
84 only to have the Poet surface, to ponder:
85 And what will we make of this place
86 where poems and voice and culture collide?
87 what digital fossils left embedded in stone?
88 Take this hammer, take this chisel
89 Take some time to work alone
90 Shatter the surface of intentions
91 Surface this collaborative poem
92 Grab it by the scruff
93 Wield the woven words
94 a weapon against hate
95 a tapestry of many colors
96 a harmony of many notes
97 will you knit our thoughts together?
98 will you help us fly?
99 I can fly beside you, soar with you
100 Share in the life of these words
101 Sit still in silence with you
102 What will it be?
103 When we come to these last lines
104 Who will we be? Will we
105 Remember to breathe and
106 To flap. The End.
Contributors:Sarah @NomadWarMachine, Wendy @wentale, Kevin @dogtrax, Beemer @krue222, Ron @RonSamul, Nathalie @drnsheridan, Ronadl @Ronald_2008, Susan @SSpellmanCann, Stephanie @mrs_loomisphd, Irene @IrenequStewart, Catherine @catdartnall, Rosemary @rmdigitally,
Sheri @grammasheri, AK @koutropoulos, Charlene @inspirepassion, Anny @Annycow, Matt @Matthew20031337, Madeline @madelinek106, The Jolt @AwoJolt, Esfandiyar @EsfandiyarKhan, Tania @taniatorikova, Morgan @MoB4884, Clare @slowtech2000, JoAnn @JoAnnJacobs68, Alan @cogdog, Jennifer @JenniferDenslow, Joe @joetynan, Hank @HankLerma,
Jaap @Jaapsoft, Untertaker @untertacker, Prof Caritat @profcaritat, Sherri @edifiedlistener, Sue @sueinasp, Jenni @jennihayman, Judith @judith_ekn, Karen@karenatsharon, Irwin @irwindev,
Bart @barmilledu, Nanci @TheWB6, Denise @mrsdkrebs, Lisa @nobleknits2, Will @willgourley,
Betsy @BetsyCallanan, Anna @anna_phd
License for the poem only (not this blog): Creative Commons. Remixes and interpretations welcome.