What would you say
if I pulled open the sky
and tossed handfuls of stars
on the glittering lake?
What would you do
if I wove you a pair
of rainbow wings
that fitted your shoulders
like velvet gloves?
Would you shout with joy
leap from this high peak,
twisting and diving
in a falcon’s plunge?
Or with a pale, polite smile
would you whisper your thanks
fold your wings in a box
and hand me them back
with no regrets?
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I would say, you’ve godly powers.
And who am I but a mere mortal.
And why would I risk incurring your displeasure
Or, perhaps even wrath
By returning those you have chosen to give
But why chose me, or am I one of many
And what of the price you seek
I tremble, I fear
For, you have godly powers
And I, I am but a mere mortal.
Love conquers all,
has all things in its grasp,
as long as the hand that reaches to take
is full of those feathers,
bright as the day,
to give in exchange.
We weave one mantle out of our dreams,
winged happiness, sun-struck,
to carry us through the darkest of days.
You promise much, oh godly one
But I fear my time is a flash
For I am but a mere mortal
But they say, it’s better to love fiercely once
Than to coast along seeking true love
For love is true, is it not, for those who make it so
So, I shall be like the mantis or the male black widow
To be feted with love and feasted by love
And for you, I’ll be a chapter or less
Perhaps a hidden foot note
For I am a mere mortal, a blip in your life
And you, the godly one paints on a vast canvas
When my time is done, forget me not
I may be but a mere pixel among millions
But without me, your canvas will be incomplete
Forget me not, this mere mortal
For you are my godly one.
We are all just pixels
in an image of the universe,
blips on a celestial monitor,
footnotes on an insignificant page.
So let us shine,
unique sparks,
fireflies in the dark.
I quite enjoyed this exchange Jane – and thank you for indulging my spontaneity.
All good wishes for the week ahead,
Eric
Best wishes to you too, Eric, and for your book 🙂 The poems were fun!
This is an ethereal invitation. I’d accept. Love this, Jane!
Thank you! I’m glad we’re on the same wave length. Some people have strange priorities 🙂
IN a heartbeat … yes!
It takes a certain type of person to say, no thank you, but some dreamers have the bad luck to fall for one of them.
I couldn’t possibly comment! But suffice to say it took me to age 51 to find the one who understood the dreamer and dreams just the same ….
If you find the sharer of dreams at all, you can count yourself lucky! I know I do, though sometimes I have to remind myself of it 🙂
Believe me, I do. And of course being human and flawed, I forget it from time to time too 🙂
Pleased to hear I’m not the only one 🙂
I am not sure I am qualified to comment. I found my love at the age of 15 and we have been soaring through life together for 45 years now.
Like my cousin and his wife, even if you’ve done 10 years better so far 🙂
Jane and Eric, I enjoyed your poetic banter as much as I enjoyed reading What Would You Say.
It’s fun, isn’t it, when a conversation starts? Poems are good for that 🙂
🙂 🙂
This is a delight!
I’m waiting for a sensible answer 🙂
🙂