Sunday, April 14, 2013

Sky



Sky
By
Lisa A.Williams


Breathing promises
tomorrows to replace,
yesterdays
 we still hold close
 nurturing the infancy
of our dreams,
 afraid if we wake
we will see they
are still just dreams.
We strung ourselves along
on wings and prayers.
Grounded and silent
we raise our eyes to the blue
and sometimes stormy
celestial breadth
who even in silence
hears our plea.

26 comments:

  1. This is superb. Much like a glimpse on our everyday thoughts. "Afraid if we wake we will see they are still just dreams." - Brilliant.

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  2. Silence is the answer, for me anyway. It is both the prayer and the sublime answer . . . "for we know not what we should pray for as we ought" (Romans 8:26).

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  3. This was very powerful... I love how it vibrates to the ending...

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  4. There's a strange serenity I get reading these lines...beautiful!!

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  5. Thank you, Panchali. I really enjoy your poetry, so glad I joined Poets United.

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  6. I specially like that last 5 lines ~ In silence hopefully we find our peace ~

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  7. The silent sky always listens and in that silence, we can find peace! :)
    Don't Lay Me Down

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  8. Birthing those dreams is such a delicate business. So spot on in how you told it.

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  9. beautiful lines. breathtaking!

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  10. I like the sense of contrast you have captured in this poem: tomorrow and yesterday, wake and dream, ground and sky.

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  11. I think we all are like that...holding on to our past and refusing to wake up from the dreams for tomorrow.

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  12. wonderful lines Lisa! and many thanks for visiting my blog!

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    1. Thank you and your blog is wonderful, will visit again soon.

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    1. I'm glad I came across your blog as well.

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