Like Words in the Sky
Like dry leaves in the wind they try to fly, to flutter, twirl
and move from place to place without a care,
these are my words that, formless, yet with energy,
up to the sky they rise…
My thoughts, turning to images that want to soothe, to please, caress,
and move my own emotions through my soul,
are made with words that travel fast,
sometimes so fast I cannot stop them,
sometimes I’m wishing I could change,
polish, align and rearrange,
those very thoughts that launched such words into the sky…
Like a bird that learns to fly by taking one more step outside the nest,
then glides from place to place without a care,
my words, alive with power, want to fly,
and in the sky they’ll kiss the winds that made them rise…
I write with words upon the sky each time I speak,
I paint a picture trying to reach
the very thought that made me wonder,
the very thought that made me smile,
that guides my feet mile after mile.
C.2022, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 27 JUN 2022, Miami Beach, Florida
JaZzArt en València 
Sir, I love the last stanza! 😊😊😊
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Thank you so much 😊🙏🏻🌷
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the creative process –
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Yes, art is definitely a process. Cheers Beth.
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I’m giving up poetry. I’m too goddam thick to understand it.
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Come on mate, yer one of the wittiest poetry-men I’ve ever read! Good grief!
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Beautiful piece I especially love the reference to the fledgling leaving the nest. I can truly relate to this piece. 🦋
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Thank you 🙏🏻 very much Joni 🙏🏻
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