A quiet anxiety in the heart.
A stilling pause of contemplation.
A soothing stroll through the park.
An acknowledgement of your invitation.
A hush descends on all around.
The birds are flying skyward bound.
Their wings beating in my heart,
and the mind soars to distant parts.
I come to rest and cease to be
that anxious, small, identity.
'The birds are flying skyward bound. Their wings beating in my heart' loved the poem... a perfect 10, walk in the park is often a walk into yourself ultimately finding that you are a part of universe and thus growing outwards... like heartbeats and the bird. added it to my favourite poem
David, I loved the visual effect in this poem. Took into the park and I wanted to stay there. A lovely rhythm that made each line flow into the next. Thanks for sharing it. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David, This one is so peaceful, and conjures up everything that a walk in the park should be...a place to clear one's mind...to rest one's soul... Hugs, Dee