If memories were sparrows they would nest in my hair, and sing in my ear their songs of deliverance.
If memories were sparrows, I would mend up their broken, and set flight the dark wing—the wild thing on bough.
If memories were sparrows, I would feed them on dreams and the seeds of my longing, shelter their offspring from rain and from fire.
And then they would flourish—guarding my journeys with song ever-present
On earth and in sky.
If memories were sparrows.
This poem, written for "The Great Poem Caper"
to see more about The Great Poem Caper
the blog of L.L. Barkat: "seedlings in stone".
5 comments:
So glad you tried this. I think my favorite part is "set/flight the dark wing— the wild thing on bow."
oh, if memories were sparrows ...
I would feed them on dreams and the seeds of my longing
that's my favorite.
good to hear from you again. :o)
Laura, thanks for the challenge, it was fun to put words on paper. "Wild thing on bow" was homage to DH Lawrence poem, Self Pity"
Kirsten, thanks for your comment and for stopping by. This was a poem "challenge" on Laura's site. Jump in!
Nice. Beautiful imagery. If only memories were sparrows. Please write more. :)
Jena, I realized that I emailed you instead of replying on my blog, so just wanted to say thanks here, too!
Loved your GM update email today...you and Dr. B are amazing and inspiring!
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