Living next to these grassy fields, I have many opportunities to enjoy the bounties of nature.
Over this past weekend, I was taking a break from a day of household chores to enjoy the gorgeous weather outside. I had just sat down when a pair of the lovely barn swallows came to entertain me with their beautiful dance. It was enchanting to witness their graceful movements and rhythmic flight.
And I wished I could join them.

I could reach you
but here I stand... heavy,
and bound to this fragile self
if only you would see me
as a tender heart surrendered
but here I stand... humbled
amidst your faultless virtues
if only I could give you
a round existence, worn remembrance
but here I stand... longing
for more songs and stories
if only you were nearer
these hands would love, keep you
but here I stand... lingering
as you cross one life's earnest path
9 comments:
this is beautiful and touching
Such a beautiful expression of longing in this poem, and the rhythm seems to reflect the gentle motion of their flight.
Lovely :)
Very beautiful poem! "Bound to this fragile self" touched me.
Oh, "one life's earnest path..."- that takes my breath away... just beautiful.
This is really lovely. And I really like the line "If only I could give you/a round existence, worn remembrance". So tender.
absolutely beautiful, and enchanting, just like you! xo
Beautiful. I think it is universal to want to fly like a bird on some days.
This expresses so beautifully an aching combination of love and feeling inadequate.
Your work always whisks me away to another place and time, Tracie Lyn! Happy Memorial Day to you, too! Hugs, Shari
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