Lunacy Loo Flies
*** Lunacy Loo Flies ***
Beauuty, in a creature from
Among the most high;
In rythmic song while in her flight
Witnessng the realities and fancies
Circling the clouds —
Proud of her ancient, legendary form, gone
lost into that certain dimension of Nature’s
Blessed running for all immediacy
While she
Sprang between the limbs of lush trees,
So completely freedom-inspired
One afternoon while
She stroked through her mussed, flared crown.
And then, after shaking all over
Her jeweled, semblant red, sequin-bright,
Broach- brushed underskirts, primed for
Exploring the landscape while sounding
A chorus new to her lyrical psalming —
In the midst of her swirl of awesome flourishes,
She was moved to declare,
“I’ll wear no more seasonally knit displays
For the memory-catching moments
That other journeying life
Might find it all regal to behold through me,
But, I, Loo, choose to travel my
Oncoming days,
Each, morn to moon,
Henceforth,
Living out my destiny
-Being a truly found-treasure
Of all that’s verdant, growing
In flight and song —
Overlands,
Between the earth’s dividing seas,
Which God found ‘Good.’
While I wish to be portrayed
In the vignette of my life,
Near to all my cousns worldwde —
Their being draped, being ribbon-wrapped
All around
Everywhere luminous
In brightly ringing rainbow colors…
In sight of Creation’s unlimited imagination,
With stardust dazzling across my bodice
And Divinity’s graced angellic gleams
That will guide, will reach from within my spirit
On through my scoping outlook, flickering
My soul to glisten ahead,
My dark, marble eyes showing white points
Directed everywhere
Enroute and aloft —
So these — my sleeked Cardinal feathers may
Combine
To elegantly surprise the scenes and themes
Of my journeying
Flights, which the day’s lauding light
Will bear me
Continually for coming generations —
Radiant
For wild, never-ending reflections.”
She concluded resolutely, “I’m moving over
The countryside for all good — where
I gather up springtime’s tulips’ red petals
From golden pastures, and moving again cloud high
From where I dive to catch their falling smiles..
I’ll sleep in valleys and bathe beside creeks
To raise
My young to defy capture beyond the sighting
Of our tossed garnet,
Breeze-borne flights,
Seeding hints
Of the glorious, divine hours to come.
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As Loo became lost in time, during my recent long, difficult hospitalization,
I was “lost” to being & knowing myself after 4 general anesthesia procedures.
Ayers.R, pIn this poem, Loo becomes the metaphor for the lost Sally finding myself in a new flight & song of self-acceptance, including my human frailties, failures and beauty…Bless you all! Sending hugs, prayers…with profound thanks to Jim, who saved my life again, encouraging my lost heart to want to live when i’d no idea i was even meant to live or where i was. Love you, Jim, always!
(Written & dedicated to the ever possible fellowship of hearts…)
(c) sally young eslinger 5/1-5/5/2023
Thanks be to God
Copyright © Sally Eslinger | Year Posted 2023
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