Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Do birds tuck dreams into their wings when they are soaring in the turquoise sky
Are their dreams of fantastical things like flying to the moon one summer’s night?
And with dried straw to build their nests, do they have a distinct plan in mind
or does it depend on what grasses they gather, and what they are able to find?
Do they know how blessed they are to be able to view earth from above
and to feel the breeze ruffle their feathers as a testament of God’s sweet love?
I believe to be a bird is a beautiful dream it seems.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: As a Question
So different yet I feel its true!
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Thank you!
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Please!
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Such lovely words and the bird is beautiful!
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Thank you!
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This was so beautiful Linda
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Thank you Drew.
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Oh, I think birds do tuck dreams into their wings, Linda! And I agree that to be a bird is a beautiful dream.
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Thank you Kim!
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What delightful questions… And yes birds are winged dreams…
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Thank you Susie!
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Linda, this is certainly a picturesque poem… You are a Goddess of sweet love for the beautiful words you display. Gorgeous!! 💗😊🕊
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Blushing here- thank you so much Beckie!
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You are most welcome, Linda. 😊
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I agree. Birds are a beautiful dream. I used to dream about being a bird when I was a child. What a lovely poem this is.
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Thank you Toni, so happy you enjoyed it.
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I couldn’t agree more. Every day, I go outside in the morning with my dog to fill the bird feeder. Then I stand inside at the window with my coffee, watching the birds and squirrels vie for the seeds. I also have a bird house in one tree. I never tire of watching them, wondering about them, marveling at them, and this poem expresses that perfectly.
–Fireblossom
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Thank you so much! I can watch them for hours sometimes. I have feeders and a bird bath outside my writing room window.
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I believe that too. I often watch them, sitting up so high, surveying such glorious scenery……..I had trees dreaming in my poem, we are on somewhat similar planes today. Smiles.
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Haha! Yes, thank you Sherry.
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There is just something about birds….you express it wonderfully.
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Thank you so much.
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Very welcome.
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Yes, yes to all. I’m sure they day dream if not while sleeping. Flying birds are one of the prettier of the animal kingdom I think of. We have a pair of doves nesting in an overlay part between roofs that are right angle to each other. I might ask them.
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Marvelous. Let me know what they say.
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Really awesome post, Linda!!
xoxoxo
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you!
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The beautiful dream ever is to be a bird.. To carry out your dreams into openess of the sky … To fly so far … Wow!!!😊😊
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Thank you!
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Ur welcome..
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U r the best.. The bird is most beautiful…😊😊😊😊
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😊
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😊😊😊😊😊
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Well also i want to invite u on my site.. Will u be there plz…😊😊😊😊
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Sure- will check it out.
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