Sing

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Sing

Jenmarie

It was summer, I had found  1 myself at the base of an oak again  2 silence but for distant wind  3 arriving through trees  4 then low to the ground through the field  5 stippled with wild flowers.  6 a wren in a high branch shifts  7 and sings a song  8 I, for a moment, think I understand  9 but I can't truly understand  10 what it is to be unaware of mortality  11 to project with such freedom  12 a song of pure joy  13 and I sat, palms cupped over soft earth  14 wondering what it must be like  15 to let go  16     to  17     let go    18               of  19                   the  20                         heaviness  21     and right there in front of God,  22 the oak and wren on a high branch  23 I began to sing.

Reviews

[Daydreamer]

Is this any form of letting go/moving on/forgiveness?
I love the scenes you set and I adore your style of writing and appreciate this eloquence,Jennifer :*

[JenniferMarie]

It means a lot that you've read and reviewed my poems. Thank you for your kind words.

[audrie]

this paints a vivid image in my mind. A very peaceful piece - thx for the share

[JenniferMarie]

Thank you Audrie. I look forward to reading your work as well.

Happy writing,
Jennifer

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a lovely idea...to be like the wren and not be aware of our immortality...i think we would be too busy living to think about dying.

[JenniferMarie]

So so true Jacob. I was thinking about that b/c we have fears and worry and they live with this pure joy I feel. Just a thought and a little free write from it. :)

Thank you for your comment. I appreciate it.