Reaching Is Good

I extend my arm, my fingers stretch

Into the air, into the depths

My thin bones with their fleshy cover

Feel a breeze, a cooling mist


The illumination is bright, I shield it’s glow

It fills my eyes, draws my mind

Images spring forth and expand

They follow my fingers into the air


Yet it dissipates, draws away from me

Still as bright, but sailing off gently

Becoming a star in the cool night

Again distant, but always in sight


My fingers extended, I note their edges

The yellow color of light around them

A halo of inspiration surrounding

Peeking at my consciousness


Barbara Blackcinder



About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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2 Responses to Reaching Is Good

  1. And I absolutely thank you. (and try to do better) LOL. Barbara

  2. Absolutely one of your BEST, Barb 🙂

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