Decree
I know the earth.
You know this. You have watched me–
rooted, grounded–
for a quarter century.
I do not know the sky.
We have watched it together–
listened, fascinated–
for nearly a half-century.
What we have is between heaven and earth.
Will we watch this union–
perfect sung notes, self-blinded heartbeats–
into the next half-century?
I will seek the heavens;
Build wings with dreams and doubt–
pages of a thousand poems, tears of an unexpected parting–
and find my place under the sun.
Margo Roby’s Tuesday Tryouts
nice…really like that last bit…building wings of dreams and doubts…the inclusion of doubt is very cool….as i would do the same…many fear it…that stanza though is the strongest for me…smiles.
brian,
It’s strongest for me as well, because that is exactly where I am now. I hadn’t thought about flying much, at least in writing, until I read Margo’s prompt. I like where it took me. Thanks for sharing it with me.
This is very lovely – good luck on the flight! k.
k,
Thank you.
I like this. You said low imagery, but this isn’t a poem for high imagery. I think you would lose the impact of the speaker’s words. What you have are strong verbs and nouns and that will do it.
margo,
That makes me happy, because that was the exact feeling I got every time I tried to insert another image. It is definitely a conversation (like listening to someone on the phone, we can make up the other half). Something of a story, right? So glad you liked it, and even happier I gave it a try. Any wisps or whispers of ideas for revision … just fan them over here.
Oh ho. I’ll open the tab now and reread. I’ll let you know
Thank you, Margo.