It’s a velvet bed of grass
slowly morphing into a gravel path-
it’s a bird-call;
a forest trail, thorny;
fiery to burn your feet;
it’s when the heart sprouts wings
into unknown skies-
in a trice, as it were
the journey’s almost done-
winged heart alights
and shuffles along its precarious perch
on the rugged cliff of time-
and folding the wings it drinks to its fill
the heavenly twilight-
all the while
watching evening eddies
spreading into night-
Posted for my prompt Ode to Age @ Poets United Midweek Motif
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This exactly how time slips by; unassumingly, unnoticed
Vivid sketch of time
much love…
I live for these moments, their clarity and their fleeting nature. Wonderful.
kaykuala
t’s when the heart sprouts wings
into unknown skies-
Love this Sumana! How very true. Great word-craft!
Hank
Grass to gravel: Oh, I know how that goes!
I especially love the idea of drinking to its fill the heavenly twilight. So beautiful, Sumana.
This really is beautiful Sumana, sadly so many of us regret what we haven’t done in our lives rather than what we have.
Brilliantly written Sumana.
You were inspired on this one!!! So beautiful!
I recognise these traits of ageing, Sumana, especially the gravel path, the thorny forest trail, and the shuffle along the precarious perch. As they say, it comes to us all, but I do enjoy ‘watching evening eddies spreading into night’.
This is a beautiful ode to aging Sumana.
Beautiful flow to this poem, Sumana. love the grass to gravel path.
Wonderful! May it continue to be so for you.