IN FLIGHT
by Jennifer K. Sweeney
The Himalayan legend says
there are beautiful white birds
that live completely in flight.
They are born in the air,
must learn to fly before falling
and die also in their flying.
Click here to read the rest of In Flight.
I remember flight,
Rush of cold air,
Banking, turning,
Pulsing with life.
I was a bird,
Gliding on thermals,
Spreading my wings,
Lighter than air.
I remember falling,
Disconnected, unsure,
Turning and spinning,
Landing too soon.
Now I dream:
I fly, rising, soaring,
Lingering in trees,
Connected and warm.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This feather is from a blue jay, and it was 6-7 inches long. Welcome to a new Poetry Friday, this week hosted by Elementary Dear Reader.
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Friendly Fairy Tales 
Beautiful, Brenda; thanks for sharing. 🙂
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Thanks, Celia!
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What a wonderful poem Brenda!! Thanks for pointing me in the direction of the writer, I shall check out some more about her writing! Love your feather picture too! 🙂
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Thanks, Suzy. So many wonderful poets out there, sharing great words.
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Thanks for the ID I have a few feathers, but most I am not sure from which bird. I wish the bird books also showed single feathers. My son might make me a copy of a CD which tells you what the different bird songs and calls are and easy ways to remember them. 🙂
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Blue are easier to identify than brown, because fewer birds are blue. Feathers are beautiful, aren’t they? How are you, Jules? Well, I hope. XOXO Brenda
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Busy. Little Miss M-F and Son of Son also on Tues and Thurs. Long week days. And now that the weather is better attempting to keep up with the yard. 🙂
All is well there? We are looking forward to a Mini-get-away
soon. And then I am looking forward to a relaxing summer.
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Happy to welcome spring here. Lots of fun plans for summer already.
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I like dreams of being a bird of being like a bird. Your words were inspiring and beautiful, Brenda. Your sharing Jennifer was very nice, too. smiles!
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Thanks, Robin. I bet you’ve imagined being a bird. I saw a Robin on my deck yesterday, tilting its head and examining me with its gleaming eye. What a great name you have. Warmly, Brenda
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I just entered the library and there were the cutest little sparrows, one looked like a baby bird, so petite and it was chirping so shrilly. I feel it is too early for baby sparrows, but love the idea of birds in nests. Also, I have a collection of feathers, one cardinal, one blue jay, a sweet little down feather from the underbelly of a duck and one long brown pheasant feather I use in my Autumn arrangement. My last real boyfriend, not just a date, liked to go fishing and he waded out into the stream in the Spring and got this one for me. Hope the pheasant was still okay… I like your poem and re-read it today. Yes, having a bird name is fine with me, sometimes it suits me, too. Smiles!
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This one was from the center tail feathers of a blue jay. I looked it up. I love being able to look everything up online. I’ve always liked research. And google rocks. 🙂
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I love your poem dear Brenda… Memories of being a bird… And then being able to fly again… Beautifully penned, as always.
All the best to you. Aquileana 😀
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Thanks, Aquileana, I needed a little magic. 😀 My children make me feel able to fly. XOXO, Brenda
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Wonderful poem Brenda.. you captured the flight perfectly.. Enjoy a lovely weekend.. and May.. Hugs Sue
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Happy May Day, Sue! I had a lovely one, although I was run off my feet. Finally a quiet moment late Sunday night. Ahhhh. XOXO, Brenda
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Glad to know you got a quiet moment.. Have a good week Brenda.. xxx
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You, too!
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To take flight is magical, to be in flight is enchanting. Imagine that being born that way!
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Yes, fabulous: soaring and turning above the Himalayas every moment of your life.
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I love this. It’s truly wonderful.
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Thanks, Gigi! 😀
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Truly beautiful xxxxxxxxx
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Thanks!! 🙂
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Beautiful poem and photo Brenda. 🙂
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Thanks, Jama!
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floating on air – your poem )
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Ah, your spirit soars naturally, light as a feather.
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awwww
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
BRENDA…YOU SOAR FAR AS WELL! ❤
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Thanks, Jonathan! To fly in the spring is the very best thing!
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Beautiful feather sweet Brenda! Lovely poem I love the blue feather must have been a large bird! 💗😄😄
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Blue Jays are nearly as big as blackbirds. 🙂
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To fly and feel the wind, even in the fall there’s still but that one moment of grace in the air. What a feather and always beautiful words 🙂
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Thanks, Andy. I’ve always longed to fly. But I’m grounded. 😉
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Ah but your words say you always dream of flying to amazing places 🙂
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I always do fly in my imagination, it’s true!
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Which is a good thing 😄
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Oh, that feather is magical!! 🙂 and I love your poem too! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks, Line! It’s the prettiest feather I ever found. Yeah for magic!
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🙂 🙂 🙂 !!!
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