after “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” (also sometimes called “Daffodils”) by William Wordsworth
I wandered weightless as a feather,
a muted plume from mourning dove.
A tuft afloat in breezy weather
connected now to skies above;
as long as winds will carry me
from over fields and out to sea.
My glad esprit more free than birds,
detached from mortal needs I fly,
where spirits long to share their words
among the songs in clouds, I sigh...
for Earth was never this composed,
this high I travel unopposed.
Oh, cumulus! A meadow white,
I feel at home atop its waves
illuminant, in purest light.
Mid savored heights my mem’ry saves
inertia of the clover green
and shiver of the water’s sheen.
Such riches now I do enjoy
in solitude away from fray.
I'm free from living once so coy;
in spirits’ realm I long to stay,
for then, myself I will fulfill
with gild as gold as daffodil.
a paper bird falls beside my hand — too cold to hold or mourn
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an echo cannot be captured
( because the vibrating sound will softly emerge )
as the melody within begins to build,
waves become wild
and while each breath continues to bounce
between heaven and earth -
there’s a longing to be completely covered
in a whirlwind of wet wonder
and drown in desire
- to be
beyond breathless
and embrace every
weightless wave
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a soft passionate scribble
~ drifting in dewy moments ~
You are silently slowly creeping
In my life, your love is seeping
Slowly more and more in me
I'm floating like gravity
I feel free and so weightless
Lifting me up to greatness
The best thing that you gave me
Was something I couldn't see
With closed eyes and a shut heart
I never knew how the best part
Of me was hidden away
Locked up tight until the day
I was no longer weighed down
By the anchor of my past
My mind thought would always last
You showed me a different way
And I'm grateful every day
The chains of steel--icy cold
No longer have a heavy load
Now I am light as a feather
You always make me feel better
I want to die in space
Amongst the stars
Floating in an ethereal abyss
I hope I never touch ground again
If only I could give this world my best,
harbored in this port of call of restless
desires deep inside a ship in raging foam,
I’d find a way to make my way back home.
Digging deep into my sleep and slumber,
never more would I ignore the wonder
of sunrise colors painted on the sky,
or seeing your perfection through these eyes.
Peering past tomorrow’s whispering Titans calls,
to hear the ring of angels sing for all
lifting you above the dew and dreary,
weightless and devoid of feeling weary.
To pass God’s gift from underserving lips,
to stranger, lover, friend, who may begin
finding solace, meaning, that does prevail,
would fill my cup and lift me up in sails.
If only I could give to you my best,
I’d pray that every day brings happiness
to you and those who love you like a rose,
the scent of all your goodness, I suppose.
trying to stay trim
lost little boy
dragging to the gym
going on a limb
can’t find the joy?
make your song a hymn
before your days get dark and grim
lift that weight praising Him
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A Tercou: 5a:4b:5a 5a:4b:5a 8a:6a
My mind is calm,
flooded with endless moments;
Tasting your float tank
sensory deprivation,
I'm left completely weightless.
WEIGHTLESS
More often than not, you clutch tightly,
The very things that weigh you down;
Beliefs, suppositions, fears and so much doubt,
You line the lie of being emancipated,
When in actual fact, freedom is alien to you.
You define yourself by others' standards,
Struggle to fit in, when the simple truth is,
Every individual created is a blueprint,
A unique creation, with quirts and kinks,
That makes you who you really are.
You fail to look up, turn to the creator,
Ignore the consult of the compendium,
To a discovery of one's true self,
Instead of the falsity of a likeness,
Imitate, forgetting there exist no facsimiles.
ME is an opportunity to introduce to the world,
Your beliefs and all that makes you distinct,
a chance to stand out and not be defined,
By standards of what right is, or by anyone else.
Defy norms: An existence outside the box
Be as light as a feather, Be you
Knowing there's only this one life to live
To live it full, live it well, live it free, live it good
And look back decades from now with nary a regret
For you have lived................WEIGHTLESS
Far, far away from here
Desperately I long to be
And without a trace, disappear
Leaving behind the sad and lonely.
I held you close and dear
Loving you relentlessly
Always wanting you near
Not a step away from me.
I'm sorry you couldn't engineer
My interests, thoughts and personality
And now I'm gripped with this fear
That for you, good enough I'll never be.
And so like a leaf, mere
I yearn to be weightless and free
Blending into the wind and flee
Far, far away from here.
Can happinness be wrapped in foil
as it a calorific value.
A specific size.
Does it weigh heavy on you.
Does it make your heartache
is it what others perceive
or is it within you .
Is it a number on a scale
the label in a shirt
a tear on your cheek
a reflection in a mirror
a state of mind
be who you are
not what others want you to be
be you.
Weightless, Penniless, Timeless Without Score
Death had spoken thus; I see you still deny,
Abides grim darkness in you, 'til bye the bye,
Weightless, penniless, timeless without score
Last gasp is endless, it echoes no more;
Fields of waving grain, stroke whispering winds
splashing murmurs of why human life ends
As if such sounds could retrieve human life,
And mortal coil could exist without strife,
Would need of this my black hand ever be
To release the horror resting in thee,
Death then took leave, promising to return
To gift me one last touch each man must earn!
I watched its dancing shadow far away flee.
Pondering what great evil rests within me.
Robert J. Lindley,
March 19th, 2015
Sonnet, ( A Late Night Conversation ) ( Words composed after reading Poe )
Theirs is a strange art, the weaving of
Air and sound into a weightless tapestry
hanging in the church, a vibrating cloth free
of sorrows that clothes men with God's love
Strange, strange is the shuttle of sound that moves
In and out, out and in around the key
thread of beats in time, that time that he
draws to weave a cloth of sound for another
This is the strangest art, weaving of time
and sound into a cloth one cannot feel
with the hands; we can only touch
It with the ears and soul. A rime
Is a poor needle with which to thread such
A cloth. How can such a needle seal ?
You are silently slowly creeping
In my life, your love is seeping
Slowly more and more in me
I'm floating like gravity
I feel free and so weightless
Lifting me up to greatness
The best thing that you gave me
Was something I couldn't see
With closed eyes and a shut heart
I never knew how the best part
Of me was hidden away
Locked up tight until the day
I was no longer weighed down
By the anchor of my past
My mind thought would always last
You showed me a different way
And I'm grateful every day
The chains of steel--icy cold
No longer have a heavy load
Now I am light as a feather
You always make me feel better
those beaten eyes glazed with a film
of bitter almond
shakily receiving her post partum reward
of a broken thyroid and a lumpy lack of form
once upon a time she lived
a lighter life
‘til procreation drubbed her good
these days she’s flesh in a black bag
of tightly straining clothes
mother-love keeps her upright
dead on her feet several months ago
but no-one’s noticed she’s gone off
under the wafts of the morning bacon
was that a giggle or a sob
or perhaps both, for things past
caring she is but it won’t help her now
as the hormones take a dive
and psychiatry pricks up its ears
still her occult self eludes her
skips laughing through months of therapy
peeps out behind the tumble dryer
to whisper “take the pills”
they want to help, they cannot help
those people who mean well
there is no holding dock
for deadweight mum
she sails away with breakfast things left clean
performs a joyful whale-dive, drifts
unseen
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