My Air

I flew over high mountains

I could paint so many landscapes

with my eyes looking down

on the sea and fields

The sun in me warmed my soul

The wind was kind and gentle

You were everything inside of me

My beloved Air

You were the space,

everything around me,

nothing more than air

For my blood, lungs, and heart

For you, I lived without awareness

so dreaming and thinking the sky

I found myself in you,

and you, my large cloud

my wave of passion

The storm of my core

mingled with me in our skies.

My Air and I

Reviews

[terry smith]

I blew the wind from within on a feather and sailed away...I really liked this poem Lynn! :)

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Thank you, Terry. glad you liked it :)

[emmajoy]

What would we do without Air, what would we do if empty of Necessities, air, love, place and space? You also write with an amazingly open hand, seem never to hold back emotion or mince words into dust.

This poem is no exception, you feel more Self in your high sky place, you've been swept up into a place where nothing else matters. Tis a beautiful, awe-inspiring 'I want to be there too 'place! Smiling.

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Thank you, my dear Emma :) You feel it exactly right :)))

[emmajoy]

I try to find the core .. sometimes successful but, at other times, painfully wrong. x

[wordman]

sounds like a mighty eagle riding the wind,looking at all the beauty the world has to offer !
you in your spirit with your love as one being,formed together at peace and in perfect harmony ..

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:) yes, exactly. Thank you, my friend

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really love the description in this...and the point of view knocked me out...i like the uniqueness of a poem where the speaker is looking down rather than up...

good view...much like Tennyson's "the eagle."

j.

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Thank you, Jacob. I'm so glad you liked it :) I was questioning whether or not I would even post it. I am my own worst critic lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you have so much heart in your writes, and yes, we are our own worst critics....

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poetry.
"The storm of my core
mingled with me in our skies.
My Air and I"
I like the flow of thoughts leading to the good ending. Good to feel the air again our face and dance with the wind. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

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Thank you so much. Good to see you here:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Always a pleasure to read your work Lynn and you are welcome.