|Owl Flying against a Moonlit Sky, Caspar David Friedrich|
"Flying" is my One Little Word for 2014.
I didn't choose it, though. It chose me. From the moment it escaped from my fingers and flew onto the computer screen last week, Flying made itself at home, nesting prominently in my thoughts.
This week I've been exploring what, to me, the act of flying means. On a practical level, it means loading up my schedule with goals and challenges like Shannon Abercrombie's Start the Year Off Write and Julie Hedlund's 12x12 to keep me motivated and writing. I'm also pleased to have been accepted into the Poets' Garage this month, and am quite excited about the heights that could take me to as well.
All of these challenges require hard work, however, and I'm fairly certain that I've loaded up on more than I can handle in a calm, rational way. But who said flying was easy? My theory is that birds just make it look that way.
|Sandhill cranes flying into the sunset at Bosque del Apache, New Mexico|
Today's little ditty is a suite of five definitions of "flight" from a poetic standpoint, or, as I like to call it, my bird's eye view.
© 2014 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.
Heaven knows I'm by no means perfect, but I am perfectly me. If it takes me some time to earn my wings, all I have to do is trust the socks on my capable feet.
|With thanks to Santa and the notes to self elves|
Now may I suggest you take your feet walking over to Mainely Write? Unless, of course, you're able to fly there. Thank you, Donna, for hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup!