Feather~

~Dying is an art , like everything else. I do it exceptionally well~ Sylvia Plath

Inside the luminous arena

of coruscating souls

they took my arms

in their place

wings seeded

swelled

from my shoulder blades

a dove made of snowflakes and sugar crystals

gave herself  form from my right hip

much to the delight

of the man

who was poured from Egyptian  gold

a crystal goblet to his smiling lips

ambrosia stains at the corners of his mouth

he offered an eagle’s feather

in the space between my abdomen

and the sacral hollow of my spine

I bent into the headdress of his craft

feathers curling from my eyelids

cream skull softening

to receive the meliflous down

of the a swan

a crown of melodious sparrows

circling my sentience

 

Later

on the ice

we did figure eights

sipping steaming latte

topped with dreams

curling steam

into a future wisp

he said,

“put your lips together, and blow”

a puff of air

red rose petals

ascending the sky

 

They took my wings

in their place

arms grew from my shoulder blades;

it took a while to be comfortable

with being human

again

 

Sometimes

on top of tall places

I wonder

if my arms

and sheer will

would hold me up

if I were to take a step 

out

onto a passing cloud

 

 

 

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Author's Note

~NDE~

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

When the soul spreads wings to fly from the shadows of life into the light of truth, the visions that one must see must be amazing. Whatever the scientific explanations, the experiences are real to the individual having the NDE. To relinquish wings and return to earth … how could one ever possibly be the same?

You so easily step onto a higher plane, spread your wings of thought, and descend, bringing with you such visions of loveliness, that we are all inspired and changed forever.

"You live on Earth only for a few short years which you call an incarnation, and then you leave your body as an outworn dress and go for refreshment to your true home in the spirit." - White Eagle

[Amy Bumpas]

Different scenerios of life, strength, our spiritual
sides. This line really stood out for me...it took a while to be comfortable
with being human
again
Being comfortable being human, a struggle many of us go through.
There are some great lines in this, strong, visual meanings.
A colorful, tranquil journey.

[Michael of Gilead]

Sometimes I wonder that too...

Beautifly ensnaring

[FireWoman]

I am reading a biograpy on Sylvia right now. She was a true Libra trying to balance things as she saw fit. An extremely intelligent & confident woman whom found it nearly impossible to truly connect to another due to fear & loss. I see her inyour writing, only yours being more refined & informed. This peice is graceful as the dove you write of; truly breath taking. I also enjoyed the Bogie reference~

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*sign* take me with you..on the journey into your minds eye and I promise that I will make the finest latte :)

[Wildfleour]

I love this poem and all of its magnificent images. But the ending makes me wistful to join you on the ledge and to see........

[Goodbye]

I used to work with people in Hospice - this not only has such an artistic (of course - it's you!) feel but also an authentic feel of that transformation before worlds. Which is the ultimate artistry, the coming in and going out...

Another look at life behind your wonderful, silken lens.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Faith can give us wings I believe but I'm not prepared to go skydiving without a parachute to test the theory. lol Plath might have seen dying as an art but I see nothing to be gained by putting one's head in the oven and much to be lost. I think dying is easy...it's living that is hard. As Katherine Hepburn once commented, "Life is hard...that's why it kills us" I prefer the words of Emily Bronte' in "Last Lines" (her final poem) "No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear." This is wonderfully written and I greatly enjoyed the read. Thank you for sharing your considerable poetic talents with us all here. Bless.

[Dream Weaver]

Love the Title...

"a dove made of snowflakes and sugar crystals
gave herself form from my right hip
much to the delight
of the man"

Fantastic ink my dear!

[Frank F. Atanacio]

believe it or not but this is so splendidly exciting-- I enjoy these types of reads :)

[Dani]

Love the final stanza.. I used to think that as well.
It's as if you take every possible sensation a human can feel and mash it all together. If there ever was a perfect, this would be one of the closest to it.