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wordancer
Senior Member

since 2000-07-30

Posts 809
VA

0 posted 2002-03-28 07:58 AM

Somewhere
in the tangle skeins of lost years
the night sky disappeared.
Under hushed breath,
an easy sweep of no wings,
the graceful glide into dreams.
To perch in leafy treetops;
darting among the branches,
singing out with a heart that hungers
to trace the clouds in the distant sky
with a curvature of flashing white.
As the sun sets in a sea-green haze,
there is a call, a whisper of the wild wind.
“Come, fly with me.”

How I ache
for those nights of freedom.
What have I lost, because
I don’t dream of flying anymore?

-Wordancer, the poet who writes to the beat of a different drummer

Marge Tindal

Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

1 posted 2002-03-28 08:34 AM

WordDancer~
To dream IS to fly ...
soaring among colored day-wishes~

This is wistfully beautiful and kind of sad~
An enjoyable traipse among your thoughts~
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
noles1@totcon.com

BloomingRose
Member Elite

since 2000-08-09

Posts 3092
Florida

2 posted 2002-03-28 09:24 AM

I think you will soon fly again.
Wonderful imagery entwined with your free flowing words.

Deb

Joyce Johnson

Member Rara Avis

since 2001-03-10

Posts 9912
Washington State

3 posted 2002-03-28 12:12 PM

You make all of us fly with your lovely words, Wordancer. Joyce

rosepetals25

Member Elite

since 2000-05-31

Posts 3076
PA

4 posted 2002-03-28 01:14 PM

wordancer,

This is just beatiful

I'm so glad when I manage to catch your name and read your writings!

Hugs,
Tara

pegasus111
Member Elite

since 2000-07-27

Posts 2219
ocala, fl, usa

5 posted 2002-03-28 02:42 PM

it is sad when one stops dreaming. It suggests the absence of a future and a dissatisfaction with the present. As usual, your words dance across the page.

the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost

wordancer
Senior Member

since 2000-07-30

Posts 809
VA

6 posted 2002-03-28 04:01 PM

Peg, dreams are such fleeting things that disappear at the first touch of reality, perhaps it is better to not dream at all. Thanks for the comment about my dancing words

Rosepetals, how lovely of you to say that!

Marge, Deb, Joyce,

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

7 posted 2002-03-28 05:35 PM

dreams are such fleeting things that disappear at the first touch of reality,

forgive me for using a response of yours..
I have felt this way too

M

wordancer
Senior Member

since 2000-07-30

Posts 809
VA

8 posted 2002-03-28 07:28 PM

nakdthoughts, it was my pleasure that you found something in those words. You know, I think there might a poem in them...they been on my mind ever since I wrote them.

[This message has been edited by wordancer (03-28-2002 07:50 PM).]

Trillium

Member Patricius

since 2001-03-09

Posts 12098
Idaho, USA

9 posted 2002-03-29 12:07 PM

wordancer; I love the poem! I often dream that I am flying and it is such a wonderful feeling, I hate to wake up! It always is at night and the night sky is marvelous! This really was a poem I could relate to.

Betty Lou Hebert

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