A Poem Taking Flight Poem by Valerie Dohren
A Poem Taking Flight
It drifted past my window
As I gazed into the night
It sparkled as a diamond -
A poem taking flight
It fluttered in the darkness
And I saw it floating by
With wings of brightest silver
It moved across the sky
I thought upon the message
That this poem might impart
Of love, of hope, of freedom -
To hold within my heart
Such poems are eternal
That shall move the soul to love -
A gentle voice so tender
That falls from heaven above
As usual here your poem is uploaded here into the mind with a reverberating experience. The poem is a ready reckoner of yet another Valerie presence over PH.
This poem says it all how a poem creates itself. Your poems are eternal in my view. Keep them going. Thank you.
Sometimes for me it's like trying to net a butterfly when it takes to the wing!
Valerie, you have the most lovely tempo - poetry should absolutely sing like this! I find it amazing how each of your pieces comes alive in melody for me.... I think it possible that you and I have the same beat in our minds.... This is the second of your quaterns I have read in a row. (The other being 'A Maiden's Plea') I personally had a little glitch when ending the third stanza of both poems - like a beat was missing in my head - but that's because my internal metronome is stupid.... Other than that these poems sing themselves right out of the screen! You certainly have a wonderful gift.
Soaring through the night, leaving messages of love, hope and freedom among the stars, sparkling through the night. Beautiful thoughts of poetry set in a poignant rhythm of creativeness. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wow, Val, this is often just how I feel about poetry. It flies by and it is for us to pluck it from the morning glory. I really recommend the essay, the poet from RW Emerson who expresses a simmilar idea in a wonderful way. He says that most poems have written in the universe and as soon we manage to connect without ego to this great universe, the genius stored in it will be able to flow through our minds. This poem is another great work of you. A super ten.