IT IS TIME TO FLY

It is time, my friends, I sigh.

To spread my wings and learn to fly.

My heart is heavy, but my spirit soars high.

I seek a proper way to say goodbye.

Life has become a selfish way to be.

There is no ‘we’ but only the greedy ‘me.’

The world has lost its appeal to me.

I need to escape and learn to fly free.

Mother Nature will guide my journey.

As the birds follow the land & the sea.

So too, I will take the next step I see.

A hesitant but vital step to being free.

I close my eyes and touch the sky.

My body rises above the tallest tree.

As the puffy clouds make room for me.

The birds circle me as I fly free.

FLY HIGH

What does it feel like to fly,

Rising to meet the blue sky?

Soaring to a new height.

A bird’s exclusive right.

Alone and soaring high,

Nary a cloud in the sky.

Take me along with you, please.

What can I do to appease?

The wind will ruffle my feathers.

I will fly without any tethers. 

I will fly over the land

To the tune of a marching band.

GONE IN A BLINK

With my head so pink,

What do you think?

I’m pretty in pink

And gone in a blink.

THE PERFECT PARADISE

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The perfect oasis where dreams come true.

Palm trees wave their arms in the warm breeze.

Birds sing a happy tune above the blue.

Until the night exhales its cold breath.

Torrents of wind dig through the white sand.

Where dark shadows leave no footprints.

And tourists remain innocent no more.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY

 

It watches.

It waits.

The sun rises.

Fly away pretty bird.

Take a chance

And spread your wings.

ENJOY THE VIEW

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I need to clear the cobwebs,

clear the bad thoughts,

erase the worries.

 

Instead, I want to see a place

where birds chirp and play,

where mountains soar high.

 

I lift my face to the sun

to the beauty of life,

to the puffy white clouds.

 

Join me.

CIRCLING ME

Spinning.

Turning.

Rotating.

Circling me.

Clouds.

Birds.

Sky.

Circling me.

I can feel the earth moving.

The trees trembling.

The grass shivering.

Circling me.

ANOTHER DAY IN FLORIDA

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Sounds of footsteps.

Whistles and shouts.

The air grows heavy.

The streets fill with cars.

Men leap from vehicles.

They stand before the mob.

The town turns quiet.

Residents freeze in place.

Birds flee from trees.

Squirrels scamper to safety.

Another day in Oasis, Florida.

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MY SECRET

 

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves & flowers.

I want to look at water & not towers.

Colors to brighten my day.

A place where birds come to play.

I walk to the end of the pier.

I gaze into the depths without fear.

I watch the fish swimming by,

Not monsters lurking nearby.

Allow time to pass slowly and be savored.

Whoever comes this way will be favored.

I think it’s only prudent and fair

To share my secret with those who care.

AFTER THE STORM

 

 

The winds have taken their victims.

Tree limbs lie scattered across the grass.

A quiet descends upon the land.

Animals peek from

their hiding places.

Birds chirp in unison,

happy to be free again.

The sun will soon shine.

The clouds will clear.

The darkness will leave.

The earth regenerates itself,

preparing for the new day.