Lydia Brescia Poet Prose

The Gift of Poetry

Poetry Gives me the
Wings to Fly...

The gifts that
poetry brings to me
Allows me to fly
into the clouds
Of imagination
Taking me to lands I
have ever known
To fly free from
this body
Encasing me, but
not, my mind

I can fly to
mountain meadows
Filled with wild
flowers
Land in the middle
and feel
The colors round me.

I see myself in
Tim-buk-too
talking to locals
who like
living there.

I can travel along
in the clouds
drifting toward
sunset or storm
and let emotions fly
free.

In poetry I can be
just anything
I want to be.  An
ocean full of beauty
Awaits my call out
of the doldrums
into a pod of
playful dolphins
welcoming me!

Poetry is a gift for
everyone
no matter where they
are from
Masters of their
minds
Beholden to no one.

It answers my call
anytime,
Anywhere...I carry
it with me
not in a suitcase,
but in the
fertile field of my
mind!

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Dr. Upma A. Sharma July 24, 2014 at 11:14 AM This is such a true n wonderful write my dear friend Lydia! God bless you! Lydia Brescia July 24, 2014 at 11:26 AM Thank you for your kind words! I can't tell you what it means to me!

Jan Allison July 24, 2014 at 11:05 AM Fabulous write. I only started writing in February and would have described myself as a chrysalis - now i have spread my wings and emerged as a beautiful butterfly and i am literally flying high. Hugs jan xxx Lydia Brescia July 24, 2014 at 11:28 AM Thanks Jan...I will plant butterfly flowers for you to visit!