Into Space Poem by Tom Billsborough
Into Space
Upon a tall breeze
The lark swims in thermals.
Oh! What ease! What melody
To soar into obscurity
Beyond my gaze.
As the sun's rays sparkle
On his conduit to the stars,
Whilst I am rooted
To the soil of reticence
Oblivious of his future
My limbs stiff as obedience.
favorite line: My limbs stiff as obedience. i've dreamed of flying (like a bird, unburdened) around telephone lines and up to ladies' open windows. but that was long ago. now i'm likely to dream about having to go pee. THEN i wake up and....................... go pee! News Flash! word has it that the lark's future was to feed a falcon's nestlings! : ( oh well, Nature. bri :)
I love the metaphors. They evoke such strong images. Love the poem.
Thanks, Greg. I've been taking a few days off verse as I was challenged to write a ghost story by my brother. I've jusT written the first draft so I'll be back reading PH and I'll have a look at your verse tomorrow.
...I am rooted to the soil of reticence... So vividly sums up the heart of humanity who has for all of memory gazed at the birds in flight with envy and longing. Perfectly captured, Tom.
I think it was partly inspired by a Paul Valery poem... La Platane the plane tree. in this case I'm the frustrated tree!
oh to be as free as that bird....what a wonderful life that would be ;) another beautiful write Tom. Annette
And I a tree! Except in dreams and in our poems. Then we too can become larks soaring into the blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I love watching the birds. This poem is full of longing and just beautiful imagery and ideas...specificall you have the image of the lark, but his flight is the star in this poem. What melody! you write and then not only am i seeing it...I am hearing something too. Then, in the last line, I feel a sense of heaviness...my time on earth, my human body that is aging and rooted to the ground. Stiff as obedience. I understand this feeling well. Having fairly recently been diagnosed with RA, I suddenly developed an awareness of my body that I never had before. When young, we take our 'lightness' forgranted...as we age, this awareness changes....beautiful writing as usual Tom. Take care.
Thanks, Pamela. Yes, that feeling of heaviness does increase. When I was very young I imagined I could fly or at least levitate! I'm sure it was a dream but it seemed possible then to rise with the lark! The poem has its roots in a Great poem by Paul Valery. I submitted a translation of the first four stanzas of this Poem. I called it The Plane Tree. In fact it should have been To The Plane Tree Au Platane in French. You might like to look at it.