slide along the curves of the sky,
effortless and smooth,
until you meet a cloud and bounce,
soaring back toward the highest seat,
laughter your wings,
to sit where all things can be seen,
the Earth a paisley
of blue-green hyacinths,
the sun a jewel on your chest.
the clouds come to you
like sheep on a ledge
that turn into silver coins and fall;
all life below riotous with color,
reaching up with eager stalks
to celebrate.
Chris Crittenden, Maine, USA
9 comments:
Really like this poem; the imagery is well thought-out and you've taken something typical and made it unusual.
The paisley Earth and the sun as a jewel were standouts for me.
Kat
I truly appreciate your reflections.
I wish I could write more poems like this.
Chris
Well you know how absolutely overjoyed I am to see this poem in print. The Omo would wear your words as jewels on their burnished bodies. Flight Dream takes me to where I live... to an aesthetic breath, a truth, reaching out into the infinite color, an eager stalk, Lorca's verde, que te quiero verde!
Lois
Lois,
The Omo video you showed me was indeed magical, and, as you know, I wrote this poem right after watching it.
You're amazing!
Chris
My pleasure!
Earth as a paisley... this descriptive touch is captivating.
Titanium,
To me, the whole poem pivots on that phrase, the "paisley of blue-green hyacinths." I don't know why, but it does. I had just watched a you-tube video of the Omo people supplied to me by my friend Lois P. Jones. Somehow, subconsciously, I was inspired.
Chris
beautiful imagery. i felt as if i was bouncing off that cloud and feeling the warm glow of the sunlight on my own skin.
thank you for your poetry. what a gift.
Whatever talent I have developed over the years (and hope to continue to develop) wouldn't have happened without you--
THANK YOU!
Love,
Chris
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