"What is it like?" she asked me.
It is like
Carrying clouds around in my pockets;
When I want music,
I take them out and shake out the birds.
So the birds asked me,
"What is it like, loving her the way you do?"
It is like
Carrying clouds around in my pockets;
All day, the winds blow west to east,
Moving through me, shaking out poems like these.
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24 spoke through the ouija:
Shake out the birds and you get music...I love it!!
You are so freaking talented.
You are also now gracing my blogroll.
Thanks for goosing me about it, LOL!
Aloha, Poet-Friend!
Comfort Spiral
The winds blow...moving through me...shaking out songs and poems. WOW!
Gotta tell you, in a doctor's office--or any waiting situation, I simply turn on the music. Been playing so many years, I can play many symphonies, operas, ballets and songs for my ears only--doesn't bother a soul! And this happens at will.
I love the way you describe though, beautiful. Made me think what a gift you have in music and poetry, and I'm sure--others!
Peace Fireblossom!
You have captured heaven, in lines totaling eleven :-)
'clouds in your pocket' that is pure brilliance!
How *do* you do it? You are seriously the most gifted poet I have ever read.
Gotta love love!
Beautiful poem.
You ARE pretty good Shay...!
All day, the winds blow west to east,
Moving through me, shaking out poems like these.
Yeah, let it blow, let it shake them out... they are a summum of beauty and cleverness.
So... that's the way you do it! Now you've told your (wonderful) secret... I'll copy it- If you don't mind (I see no copyright, so...) ;)
Brilliant!
Another beauty.
A lovely softness to this one.
really great imagery here. bravo!
Blowin' in the wind ... and I love your new header
Fireblossom,
This poem is worthy of its antecedents, and I know that you know of La Vita Nuova, also in the vernacular, also for Beatrice.
My only wonder is whether yours is, or is representative of.
No need to answer, to read is a joy.
Thank you.
Tschuess,
Chris
Aha! I'd like to come and stand beside you and see if the same wind could shake out some poems out of me!
So perfectly light. I wish loving was always light; sometimes I'm afraid it will crush me.
Another winner. Now I have to go check out the new header, somehow I missed it.
that is awesome...
it is a pleasure to read something delightful as this is.
fine work.
Wonderful write, enjoyed reading it. Liked the thought of "carrying clouds in pockets" to "shake out poems".
Thank Goodness for birds and clouds! :)
scrumptious!
Ahh so the wind gets the credit for your genius
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