Sky Writng

Kaleidoscope eyes... wings of blue...

If birds could write poetry with 

wings dipped in azure blue... 

our world would radiate feelings of 

adventure into seasons of the moon... 

When flowers bloom in glory borne 

with music played by troubadours... 

gardens become a lovely 

kaleidoscope dance floor where 

lovers breathe Je t' adore... 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

lovers and strangers flying together in an azure sky...there is glory in a garden of differences...we all have wings to fly if we do it with kindness...the sky will never be too crowded.
i like your one line, made me see all those birds and then Lucy with Diamonds looking up and admiring them all, wishing she could fly.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... diamonds cannot compare to being able to fly with precision. Even the genius ones who design airplanes study the birds and how they fly. For the most part birds live in peace. They are our mentors and muse. Thanks for stopping to chat and ponder. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob, my husband Roger explained to me about Lucy and the diamonds... very clever of you... I appreciate the reference. Roger gave me the Title to this poem. as ever, Pat

[An owl on the moon]

I loved your writing, the poetry and color of birds, of life, of the world bursting in joy. How I love my gardens, and your thoughts carry me there into their warmth. Everything in the world comes alive in those gardens, and they do so become a place of pure love.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear 🦉 Owl... your appreciation of colors of love in a garden of flowers has touched me in an enchanted haven of forgetmenots. truly, Pat

[An owl on the moon]

May you always find gardens growing wild around you, dear poet.

[Patricia Wedel]

May you always dance to the music of flowers in your garden, dear poet.

[Neville]

I adore blues and greens and all those shades below, above and in betweens...... you have indeed literally created a literary kaleidoscope here Pat.... smashing.... N x

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville... I feel a touch of broadway in your review... smashing is so meaningful to me... like crumpets and tea at three...
Thank you for appreciating the beauty of nature in colors of blue and greens do in between. truly, Pat

[Neville]

Tis always a pleasure Pat and true.... crumpets and tea at three, yes please......... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful poetry dear Patricia. You made me believe and understand every word. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... we have so much to learn from nature... the bravest are the birds with the gift of song... they survive the climate and manage to be cheerful ... Thanks for stopping by... May your days be bright with arbors of morning light. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Pat and you have some fun and be safe.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

What lovely thoughts you've expressed here. I've compared the birds to a choir on Sunday morning singing to the glory of God. I have the poem somewhere, entitled Lessons from the Choir Loft. This is quite different but I believe every prayer to be poetry if it is sincere and what could possibly be more sincere than the song of birds? I greatly enjoyed the read. Bless.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Fabian... a beautiful review ... comparing birds singing to a choir loft on a Sunday morning... singing to the glory of
G-d... As children we sang in a choir loft every Sabbath ... the sincere innocence of birds learning to fly. I love every prayer to being like poetry... so true. As ever, Pat

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

IF the world was how you beautifully s=described it with your words this planet would be called Euphoria instead of Earth.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dale... the Earth smiles upon your presence ... and radiates kindness among the nations surrounding the oceans where birds in glorious colors sing in harmony. truly, Pat

[barleygirl]

So creative! I love the opening personification of birds, wing-dipping (so clever!), and your celebration of sensory delights expands as your poem goes on a journey full of well-crafted words & vivid imagination. Some people do not like the “quiet” of solitude, as with my surrounding wilderness here. But I find this to be a hub of activity to tickle all the senses, just as you’ve shown us here! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Margie... glad you enjoyed dipping wings... we are so much like the birds... always writing love letters by sunlight or star light... or even moonlight... an escape to dreams... thank you for your lantern of eternal bliss. truly, Pat

[redzone]

Pat you have the magic of fantasy flowing in your pen and reflected in this poem.... I have two bird feeders hung in the tree in the back yard where I am staying and it is so much fun just to sit and watch the birds come, feed, squabble, and then fly off... it is like a dance in the morning with each step part of the larger flow of nature's adventure, it just takes time to hear/feel the song playing....

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Curt... I love to watch the birds chasing the morning sun beams while rabbits scurry to and fro. It seems the world is its oyster after the storm... pecking seeds from the feeder sorting through the sunflower seeds. A haven for the immigrants who are travelers weary and hungry wishing for a sip of clear water and a branch to rest upon. Always enjoy your presence Curt and your savory review. truly, Pat

[John the Baptist]

This is a lovely word picture of an imaginary ideal moment. It is something one might read to be temporarily lifted out of the ugliness we so often see in the media. Very nice.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... we need more poetry to make a difference. We are all Artists performing our art in different ways. Why can’t the Media be more like poetry to uplift our Spirits to improve the calamities with hope for the future. I appreciate your gentle remarks. truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Ah, you sprinkled a bit of French in there...always the perfect je ne sais quois! Such a lilting melodic write, Pat. The imagery is magical. It's like a wonderful fantasy. I loved it. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydia... Inthink we all need to imagine a world where birds can pen a poem and we can tweet a song. The sweetness of flowers borne and lovers
dancing... is captured in a lullaby of life.
Thanks for your sip of French wine. Truly, Pat