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| M. Thomas 2022 |
Thoughts of Wings in my Wandering
some days I find myself with wings
strong and silent, they carry me away
to a quiet place with room to dream
I hold these wings tightly
without chains or reins.
I'm alone with myself listening to the dreams
these visitations come around on their own
I tilt my head to hear how quiet time is, in its -
loneliness and the beauty that sits on the clouds
my head feels alive in the soft wind.
there are hours when my lips are silent
my eyes wander away with daylight and stars
an ocean of lamps with eternal flames
flicker as they dance in the heavens like waves
I shiver in the beauty held by the moonlight.
lying on a bed of emerald moss I listen to the silence
a church without a steeple or an altar -
birds hiding their faces behind wings and songs
each gives of itself - faith, hope, and love
a rest for my brain and a sense of awareness.
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| Myrtle Thomas |
Myrtle Thomas lives in America and is retired from a large manufacturing company. She has been published in several poetry journals and magazines, and is a member of ALLpoetry.com, writing under the pen name Bluebird74. Myrtle self-published four poetry books and also has a new chapbook on Amazon (In My Land of Dreams). She uses poetry as a form of medicine to heal past wounds; poetry has been a companion to her for over thirty years.
Lovely, Myrtle. Your poem makes my heart soar.
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