Sometimes life gives honey
and other times, stings;
Sometimes we need roots—
and other times, wings.
wings
Liftoff
believing my wings were fragile and fractured
in my formidable forties, i abandoned
approaching fifty, i know my wings are strong
they just cannot lift so many heavy
Party angels
Every time a champagne bottle pops, a party angel gets its wings.
Flyby
yellow butterfly —
did your wisp fluttering wings
make this springtime breeze?
Soaring
Give your stress wings and let it fly away.
Fantastic shores
in bed at night his mind had a ferocious imagination
reality and unreality haunted his turbulent brain
the years ticked, an infinite clock of destiny
searching moonlight for the promise of a future
his reveries of heart were coasting on a fairy’s wing
as the world and universe drifted by fantastic shores
but the sea, work, and women — physical outlets —
were his anchor — something old, hard, and soft
scrambled blackout poetry created from F. Scott Fitzgerald,
Carrying
pick out your fears
worries, anger, and hate
from the bag of stones you carry
and love, find yourself lifted by
the wings of featherweight faith
Goosebumps
A flock of honking geese
just flew over my city backyard
goosebumps, I got goosebumps
never, ever have I seen this
beautiful feat of nature from
my own little speck I call home
for an awesome morning moment
all my human burdens forgotten
Upward
I am not a wing
but a feather —
I can’t fly, however
all of us together
we can, by rising
do almost anything!
Infinite reach
Our wingspan is measured not in inches but in spirit.
Weightless
if all a bird knows is flying
but one day on the edge of a rooftop
realizes he’s afraid of heights
do his wings feel heavier
does his brain swirl around
with the vertigo of fear? —
and if all I’ve ever known
is fear,
when I find inner peace
will my soul grow wings?