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listensong
flying was never the question
to soar or not to soar
was only a matter of time
quiet hunger
and growth
singing was always the answer
stringing notes
along branches
like berries
sustenance and hope
twisted together
into a melody
so much more than
survival
.
.
..
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Linking up today with dVerse poets for Meeting the Bar:Â Creativity
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survival and hope…the lifesong.
singing is always the answer….love your close on this as well…not survival but sustenance and hope…like that much…smiles.
singing was always the answer
stringing notes
along branches
like berries…oh i like..and can def. relate to this..
A poem after my own heart. You often write those, btw.
singing… painting… writing… sculpting… we seem to know that it must be done, don’t we?
Really touched by this one – every single line resonated with me.
sustenance and hope twisted together into a melody
That’s a fabuous image – one of many in this delightful poem.
Absolutely! flying was never the question 😉
my god, but i love this. i can hear those notes strung along the branches.
Your compassion shines through here and as always quiets and enfolds my heart. ‘Singing was always the answer’ struck the chord and it resounds long past the end lines. I love this poem.
this is so beautiful! Singing always lifts me up, it is a kind of soul soaring isn’t it?
What a beautiful song she sings!
A sweet melody makes time stand still….