Soul Flight
As I watch graceful dandelion seeds today
dancing through the sweet air, happy and gay
like music notes bouncing in turquoise sky
I hear a haunting song as they begin to play.
An aria so poignant tears fall from my eyes
thinking of sorrowful times I’ve said good-bye
to those souls I’ve loved, cherished, and adored
as grief fills my hurting heart with a heavy sigh.
I contemplate the mystery of death’s door
why it opens for some, but for others, nor
the music fades as they soar out of my sight
I know I won’t see these tiny pips evermore.
With hope I peer above, see a bright light
as the blue sky fills with tiny puffs of white
flying to the open heavens at lofty heights
the sky opens up, as they bid me good-night.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note:
Mish is hosting Poetics over at d’Verse and the topic is I am learning still. No matter how many times death and the grief that follows are placed in my path, each time is a new learning. Why do some die young, yet others live on and on? What happens after we die? Where does our soul go? Questions…
Very melodic
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Thank you!
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This is a song for me.
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Thank you Bjorn.
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The rhythm and rhyme work very well here.
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Thank you Sarah. Appreciate your kind words.
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I love the way you used music references, especially, “like music notes bouncing in turquoise sky”. A beautifully crafted poem Linda ☺💜
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Thank you Walt. 💛😘
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You’re welcome☺
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How’s your weather? We’ve been over a hundred the last few days- already! 😳🌞
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70s going to 80s by weekend ☺
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Sweet!
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Oh the rhymes are as soft as Dandelion fluff!
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Thank you!
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Nice last line with the sky opening up and bidding goodnight.
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Thanks Frank.
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Your poem has a musical rhythm to it that’s really lovely.
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Thank you Jo! I appreciate your kind words.
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This was sweet Linda
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Thank you Andrew. I appreciate your thoughts.
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Still catching up. I have a few more posts of yours in my queue.
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Haha! You’re too sweet.
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A beautiful title to start. Loss is so powerful and devastating but your words flow beautifully just like the dandelion seeds floating to the heavens.
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Thank you Mish. I appreciate your kind observations.
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I’ve pondered the question of the third stanza myself. Why i’ve lived when others didn’t. I can’t answer why, so I just have to give thanks for today
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Yes, so true. Thank you.
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Thank You!
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YES. We can learn so much, even from weeds. Wonderful.
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Thank you!
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I love your comparison of the dandelion seeds to those souls passed on. You drew me in all the way to the end!
Dwight
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Dwight- thank you, truly. Smiling here.
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you. ❤️😊
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What a magical sight in the sky!
Nice words 🙂
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Thank you!
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Equating the fleeting fluff of dandelions to the sometimes fleeting presence of those we’ve loved is a brilliant metaphor. Beautiful write!
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Thank you so much. I am happy you enjoyed it.
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Written by one who has experienced loss- as you have (as I). Thank you for this.
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Thank you Vivian. Yes, loss with its lessons.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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