“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.”-Poet, novelist and playwright Langston Hughes
Once When She Could Fly
pirouettes amidst wisps of clouds
she wrote I love you
in a thousand thousand languages
each one feminine each one longing
each one dreams to pin herself to
once when she could fly
soaring too close to Father Sun
burn your retinas melt your wax
leave you dripping feathers
long strokes of drawn-down rain
streaking blue unable to rise
shorn flight wings plucked
by some unseen hand
once when she could fly
soaring close to Grandmother Moon
quickens heart cools blood
a sedation of sorts a different kind of blue
settling on fringes of topmost limbs
on nests of fall’s cotton near night clouds
peace reigning on such silent fall-down nights
once when she could fly
no more an eagle’s rise
forever more a ground eagle
clinging to twigs to keep
from being tumbled through harsh brush
losing her grip meant a rise and desperate fall
for dreams are like that knowing
once she could fly
©Carol Desjarlais 9.3.20
https://allpoetry.com/poem/15409922-Once-When-She-Could-Fly--by-CarolDesjarlais
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