Three Parts Poem
Weightless
While I, invisible,
floating or sinking,
inhale the sky
While I, invisible - this,
like Lamb’s ear; soft kiss
catching
every puff of wind.
Field after field,
weightless,
ruby feathered falling...
Away from the blurry edge
this, quietly lifts
in timelessness;these
once-in-a-while
downy tufts, Cottonwood
While I, invisible,
floating or sinking,
inhale the sky
Distant Stars
Neither rocks,
stones, trees,
nor even earth
has enough gravity
to keep me . . .
Bright, glittering -
I brace my wings
on distant stars.
This garment,
the filament
of my silhouette,
on this rising moon
Wandering
Simply stars
in windfall light;
Snow, softly
and slowly cascades -
wandering white
from appleless boughs;
The moon, longing
Deborah Russell, © 2006
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