Life and I gave you feathers,
but you have to
grow your own wings.
***
You thought life came with
flying lessons,
and that I should have taught you,
but when it comes to
leaping off treetops,
that can only be decided
by the courage of
the bird.
flying lessons,
and that I should have taught you,
but when it comes to
leaping off treetops,
that can only be decided
by the courage of
the bird.
***
My hollow bird-bones are now
too tired for long flights.
I am happy to sit
on a mossy limb
and watch the young ones
soar.
too tired for long flights.
I am happy to sit
on a mossy limb
and watch the young ones
soar.
***
Owls speak to me in the night.
I listen closely,
and so far
they have not yet
called my name.
I listen closely,
and so far
they have not yet
called my name.
***
for Carrie at The Sunday Muse
So much truth and wisdom of life here my friend! I love this poem and the gentle message of courage it holds!
ReplyDeleteSherry - that last stanza is beautiful and somewhat chilling too!
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
This is stunning. Love the second stanza.
ReplyDeleteI luv the first verse best. Happy Sunday.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blog today
Much💖love
Well, I love all the verses! A delighful poem.
ReplyDelete"Not haiku"!!! Ha! I enter safely, then. ;-) I enjoyed these contemplative short pieces, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI thought of you when I typed the title, lol.
DeleteYou inhabit the owl spirit here, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written - I read a gentle reflection of life, from beginning to end.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI love the series and the owl has been speaking to me lately.
ReplyDeleteA stunningly beautiful poem, Sherry. Gentle yet powerfully wise. Love all of it, especially these lines:
ReplyDelete"You thought life came with
flying lessons,"
and the mysterious ending with the owls! I'm so intrigued. That has captivated me <3
I love the wisdom that comes with age, yours is of the extraordinary variety.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad the owls have not called your name!
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza falls perfectly, Sherry. We'll sit on that branch together and remember how we used to let the living air carry us for miles as the "young ones" take their turn to soar.
ReplyDeleteOh life, we must learn to fly with the wings we are given. It is as cruel as it is beautiful. Wonderful writing.
ReplyDeleteYou have said a lot in a few words. I like each of them. Mary
ReplyDeleteSo many truths in your writing, Sherry.
ReplyDeletethey are gently done, with owl companion.