Remember being a little child
lying on your back with your eyes wide shut
staring ceaselessly at the floating clouds above.
Giraffe.
Ice cream cone.
Hero dragons with mouths of flame.
These are the things we saw
more than just puffs of gathered precipitation floating in the
atmosphere.
Angels bowling
Cameras flashing.
Roads to Oz.
These are the things we heard
more than just rolling thunder
or whirling tornado clouds.
Child ears. Child eyes.
Nearly twenty-one and never forgotten.
I want to keep my
innocent eyes
to look up at the clouds.
(Note from Rachel: After penning yesterday's post of imperfect prose, I became so inspired to turn my hand at the poetry wheel again. It had been so long, and I felt so deeply that this was something God was telling me I was supposed to undertake once again. And so here it is...uncensored and unedited.
Spoken word. Living truth.)
Love this :) When I went on my trip to the Dominican, and had my first plane ride, I was lucky enough to get the window seat for 3 out of 4 of our flights, and I had the best time making pictures out of the clouds...but from above them! ;) It was wicked sweet, and a little bit trippy, since usually, you are looking up, not down, at them! Anyways, this post made me think of that, haha :) I loved it :)
ReplyDeleteI absolutely loved this post. You should write poetry more often. :)
ReplyDeleteAhhh...this is beautiful. You're inspiring me to unlease my inner poet that has been quiet for some time.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, Rachel. You are truly gifted :))
ReplyDelete-Jocee <3