This day
you are free
free to fly
to rise and glide
in buoyed flight
to soar skyward
in sweeping circles
so fly
fly high
on mighty thermals
high above this constant rain
you are no longer earthbound
not a prisoner
of my cold steel cage
nor of my constant sorrow
no longer captive
this day
this day will be soaring
and swooping
and diving
free
giving thanks for your feathers
and hollow bones
I have neither
and I cannot escape
so bird — fly for us both
my heart will soar with you
*
rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
Touching, Rob. “Fly for us both my heart will soar with you”a beautiful line filled with promise.
This picture, this poem, and this song posted here are so rich in beautiful melancholy — I can feel them crying. I am crying — the sadness is, to my soul, palpable and richly embracing. I love to laugh, and I enjoy my silly absurdness, that makes my grandson giggle. But sadness, more than laughter, brings my soul alive. A tear let’s me feel I’m here. I am pleased this touched you Bev, even if just a little. 🙂
The sadness here is indeed palpable. But as you say, Rob, as long as we feel, we are alive.
Shay, I feel the world becoming numb, becoming more and more shallow, temporary, rootless. Sound bites and instant gratification, all of it here, then gone in a moment. We now pitifully try to express our emotions in emojis. They may seem cute, but anyone with the sensitivity to look beneath the surface, or behind the mirror, will see that this is a turning away from feeling something real, something tangible. I am happy to be soon getting out of the world that is to come. I worry got my grandchild, and I hope, as my son tells me, the human species will find a way. I sm confident that the natural world will find a way — but it may be without us humans. The reason the world is in upheaval is because we have forgotten the importance of setting and preserving our roots of humanity, of things that last. Our world is going backwards, becoming the house made of straw. I stated clearly my beliefs in the opening prose section of my piece “But Wait”.
I love this, Rob – the wings and hollow bones, your heart flying free with the bird…..loved it.
Thank you Sherry… 🙂
I can only imagine after your heartfelt plea, the bird is indeed soaring ~ taking you with him/her. I agree tears make us feel alive, laughter does as well .. but not as deeply. A beautiful poem Rob.
Thank you Helen. Light silliness can make one smile, but only something that impacts the soul, brings tears — even tears of Joy are sparked in the soul.
I can feel the blues somewhere in the backdrop beating to the rhythm of the rain. Pitter-patter… I am connected to the weeping Willow so I cry in joy and sorrow.
Giving thanks for feather – yes
soaring untethered is freeing
Soar Rob whenever you have the chance…
I will soar as long as I can True — thank you… 🙂
This us utterly lovely Rob! Freedom is so many things. You have captured that here. Always glad to see you at the Muse my friend!
Thank you Carrie! I enjoy The Sunday Muse, thank you and thank Shay, and thanks to everyone who keeps it going!
You have painted freedom with beautiful words.
Thsnk you Sara! 🙂
“Suga, suga, how’d you get so fly?” Love that song. 🙂
“fly for us both” … my favorite <3
Wonderful! 🙂