Out from this craft
these thoughts fall down
With eyes kept shut
and backwards jump
Into the blue
Free from the frame
I’m letting go
to breathe the mind
Here I can turn
me inside out
To blend with
everlasting winds
Where rhythms lead
me through myself
In ever changing
Whistling words
<Deleted User> (5984)
Tue 20th May 2008 12:11
A beautiful poem and I love your choice of format, so delicate and light. It really suits the content of the poem.
Mel
Hi Alison, very thoughtful words, looks like a good view but I'll take your word for it, thanks for a lovely read, Jeffarama!
<Deleted User> (4281)
Sun 18th May 2008 06:23
Hello, Alison
Excellent write. It shows a picture of someone who is airborne. You kept your words carefully woven floating like a feather on the wind, yet keeping thoughts connected with in your mind. Very lovely and unique poem - Enjoyed reading.
Thank you,
Zuzanna
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<Deleted User> (4744)
Wed 21st May 2008 16:13
Free falling through your own mind space. I'm inspired to read some more from you. There is something spiritual in your writing.