Fledging

I used to write quite a bit of poetry, but with life as busy as it has been, and other things to distract me, I have not written a poem for some time.

The other day, though, a couple of lines sort of just popped into my head.  They felt appropriate to my recent experience, and so I wrote them down.  About a half an hour and some word juggling later, this is what emerged:


Fledging

Breaking out of old molds.
Fresh colours on my palate,
Different brush strokes on my soul.

Stretching canvas once forgotten,
Creating wings from tattered cotton.

Feeling the lift of the freshening wind...(inhale)
a way to breathe with wings unpinned.

And finally...on a good push
     and a laughing dare,
I am birthed
    UP
into the air.

B.I.T., July 19, 2014