Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Afterwards. . .

You stretched the sky
with your poets hands
trailing feather fingers
across my acres of blue

Windspun and wanton
the high flying bird of me
cartwheeled and blustered
on the thermals of your breath

After you had gone...
becalmed and bewildered
I fluttered down to earth
my soaring song, silent


© Susannah Bec 2011.

29 comments:

annell said...

Your poem is so beautiful! Thank you for this post!

Susannah said...

Thanks very much Annell. :-)

It is good to see you here.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh, this is GLORIOUS - I can see the soaring bird, the sudden fall, and hear the "soaring song, silent". Wow, Susannah!

Deborah said...

Oooh Beauiful!

Susannah said...

Thanks very much Sherry and Deborah, I am glad you liked it. :-)

Asobime said...

How did I miss this!

A marvelous poem!

This touched me deeply, moved me this morning.

Hauntingly good.

Lady Nyo

Susannah said...

Thanks so much Lady Nyo. :-)

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh that opening stanza is too too potently beautiful, Susannah. And each successive line continues to enhance the meaning.

Thank you so much for your wishes on my birthday - I appreciate the thought very much.

Susannah said...

Thanks very much Kerry. :-)

(I hope you are having a wonderful day! x)

Elizabeth said...

What a beautiful way of seeing inspiration in action, feeling each movement, and the coming down. Wonderful Susannah,

Elizabeth

Susannah said...

Thanks very much Elizabeth, it is good to see you here. x

Lynette Killam said...

This poem swept me up and carried me along on its sweeping journey...just what poetry is meant to do. I enjoyed that thoroughly!

And thank you so much for the kind words you left on my Oreo post, Susannah. It is a difficult time, indeed, but is made a little easier by blogging friends like you...:)

Susannah said...

Thank you very much Lynette. x

Rajesh said...

Quite a roller coaster this one! Like love in high tide. Wonderful sue.

Susannah said...

Thanks Rajesh. :-)

Marian said...

yes yes! this is beautiful. i could eat it up. yum.

Susannah said...

Thanks Marian. :-)

Old Raven said...

This is beautiful, lush with sensuousness. Thermals? Do you fly?

Isabel Doyle said...

beautiful

Jinksy said...

Windspun and wanton

What a joy! ♥

booguloo said...

Afterwards? More memories to come?

Susannah said...

Thanks everyone for your comments on this. I really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. x

*The Old Geezer said...

Greetings from Southern California

I am your newest follower. I invite you to visit TOGB and become a follower, if you want too.

Take care and have a nice day :-)

~Ron

BTW, Nice Poem! :-)

Kim Nelson said...

What a wondrous ride. Tight, yet richly sensual metaphors let the reader imagine even more.
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/06/20/blue-melancholy/

Old Ollie said...

Love this poem - the imagery is perfect.

Thanks for your kind comments.

Brian Miller said...

sigh...lovely...stretched on poet fingers, not a bad place to be...smiles.

Susannah said...

Thanks very much all....it is good to see you. x

Neva Flores said...

A most beautiful piece!

Renee said...

Beautiful! The words show such wonder, such passion! Nicely done!

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