Like blue sky
Above me
My color
Is bright.
I'm a creature
Who flies and who
Buzzes and hums until
People with swatters and
Horse with a tail swats and
Swish at me to little avail.
I want to be seen as a gift of
Sheer beauty. My wings shimmer
And shine in the light. Now how
Can they look at my iridescence
And think me a nuisance and blight?
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Good job! ❤
Thanks. I’m disappointed my squatty ink well shaped bottle, the best I could do, flattened out when I published it.
Oh Darn! I hope I can think of something clever like that. ❤
Thanks. You have so many innovative ideas already and I bet you get the technology. 🙂
Oh, no… I had a hard time with this one. I have been painting all day. Tell me what you think. 🙂
I figured out how to make my words keep the shape I intended. They aren’t in the form of a bottle but are shaped like upside-down sherbet glass. That will do!
What a unique viewpoint – I will feel bad the next time I swat one I think!
Thanks, Christy.
Wow, you must be proud of this! I’m not able to create a good poem and even less to create it into a concrete shape!
I am proud that I could figure out how to make the poem keep its shape. I couldn’t at first. Then I read Ben’s instructions again and worked it out. Thanks for your comment. 🙂
So clever!
Thanks.