Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Lover of the Sky



I am a lover of the blue sky,
perfect clouds like a dream sail by;
of a green walk in the wild wood;
of trees dripping on me where I stood;
of mist rising up where the river bends;
of the small sweet song of a striped-headed wren.
I am a lover of the burning flame
lit for world peace in hearts the same.
I am a lover of the morning sun,
already radiant the day begun.
I am a lover of the whale, leaping,
of the blue, blue hills
in the sunset sleeping.
I am a lover of the eagle's cry,
who sweeps and soars without a Why.
I am a lover of life alone,
of the heart's peace when it's at home.
I am a lover of my old dog's smile,
of his warm brown eyes,
of his lack of guile.
I am a lover of the warm spring rain,
of the smell of earth stirring
to life again.
I am a lover of the ocean's roar,
of the sandy beach stretching all before.
I am a lover of rock and log,
of driftwood shapes looming through the fog.
I am a lover of clouds, of stars,
of the falling dark, of soft guitars,
of the meadowlark, of the summer's breeze,
of days of struggle, days of ease,
of heartfelt love gone away too soon,
of goodbyes under a slice of moon.
I am a lover of fresh-cut grass,
of children's laughter, of dogs I pass,
of babies all innocence and rapture,
of the bent and aged who tremble after,
of the falling leaves, of a job well done,
and I am a lover of beasts that run,
of water that moves and creates its own way,
of the journey made and the price I pay.
I am a lover of brand new books,
those journeys that I never took.
I am a lover of music that sings,
songs of the heart, the hope it brings,
and the flight of poems for a brand new dawn
that knows this life is Moving On.
Like the heron, stalk-still at the water's edge,
makes a sudden leap - I am the same.
Poised to dive from a tilting ledge,
the horizon lit with a golden flame,
I'm waiting to hear
Someone
call my name.


An old poem from 2002 that I felt like sharing today with the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads where the theme is Blue. The sky, the looking back, the old dog's smile, the nostalgia - yup. Blue.


17 comments:

  1. How beautiful as you list the things you love!! You are a lover of the whole world!! xoxoxohugs

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  2. Fine poem Sherry. I was hoping I’d find insight to your felling about the musical “blues”... but I enjoyed reading this.

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  3. I love your sky and your blues. We all have our unique insight to the blue blues. Sometimes those blues are sad and other times, they provide a soaring place for birds and imagination. I love this dearly my friend.

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  4. Thanks, Toni.........I have been in love with that blue sky my whole life long.

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  5. I love the exuberance of this piece, how it is apologetically sentimental and invites the reader into its joyful spirit.

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  6. By the time I finished reading this one, I was singing the words at the top of my happy lungs! I love delight, the life, the bright dancing from line to line. And the way things slowdown at the end, I love that too... because it's not loss or unhappiness that seems to slow things down, but the feel of a life full of treasure... the look of a soul that is pleased.

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  7. With all your writer has going for her I'm sure several will "call her name" real soon. It's a very, and complete, list poem. Sherry.
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  8. such a gentle poem of affirmation of love..

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  9. This is all such a LOVEly life. So fresh and invigorating.

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  10. This poem makes me feel sympathy for all the poverty stricken people who only have money in their lives.

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  11. Such a beautiful rendition of all the things that you love, Sherry! It just reminded me of Louis Armstrong singing "What a wonderful world".
    I loved this bit: "I am a lover of life alone,/of the heart's peace when it's at home." It's such a blissful feeling. :-)

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  12. Love this especially; "I am a lover of music that sings, songs of the heart, the hope it brings, and the flight of poems for a brand new dawn that knows this life is Moving On." Just beautiful, Sherry! ❤️

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  13. I enjoyed the rhyming couplets in this poem, Sherry, and the imagery. I especially love the lines:
    ‘I am a lover of the morning sun,
    already radiant the day begun’;
    ‘I am a lover of the warm spring rain,
    of the smell of earth stirring
    to life again’;
    ‘I am a lover of rock and log,
    of driftwood shapes looming through the fog’
    and
    ‘I am a lover of brand new books,
    those journeys that I never took’
    me too!

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  14. What a beautiful list of things you love. I should do more of that kind of listing.

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  15. To a lover of the sky from a Skylover, I see you friend. Forever Sherry Blue Sky!

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