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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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Comments
survival and hope…the lifesong.
Posted by: honeylazar | January 25th, 2013 09:48
singing is always the answer….love your close on this as well…not survival but sustenance and hope…like that much…smiles.
Posted by: brian miller | January 25th, 2013 09:49
singing was always the answer
stringing notes
along branches
like berries…oh i like..and can def. relate to this..
Posted by: Claudia | January 25th, 2013 10:43
A poem after my own heart. You often write those, btw.
Posted by: Poet Laundry | January 25th, 2013 14:03
singing… painting… writing… sculpting… we seem to know that it must be done, don’t we?
Posted by: Kim Nelson | January 25th, 2013 14:49
Really touched by this one – every single line resonated with me.
Posted by: Marina Sofia | January 25th, 2013 15:25
sustenance and hope twisted together into a melody
That’s a fabuous image – one of many in this delightful poem.
Posted by: Tony | January 25th, 2013 16:27
Absolutely! flying was never the question 😉
Posted by: kkkkaty | January 25th, 2013 17:43
my god, but i love this. i can hear those notes strung along the branches.
Posted by: Debi | January 25th, 2013 22:42
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.
Posted by: Anna Montgomery | January 27th, 2013 00:01
this is so beautiful! Singing always lifts me up, it is a kind of soul soaring isn’t it?
Posted by: Laura Hegfield | January 27th, 2013 16:50
What a beautiful song she sings!
Posted by: Marcie | January 27th, 2013 16:53
A sweet melody makes time stand still….
Posted by: missing moments | January 30th, 2013 21:36