If I had wings, I would fly to the mountains
to the highest valleys, and be amidst its grandiose
meadows and forests
zipping my way down down down.
Flying and passing through
the pine~the cedar~the fir
making a willowing sound.
make friends with the boreal~the Hermit thrush
learn their summer songs.
If I had wings, I would open them
let the breeze take me with it.
Into the sun lit valleys and snow capped mountains
or the breathing river and springs.
I would dive from top of the high mountains
leaving my fears and guilts.
Make my way into the remotest place and see the beauty within
Be with nature and touch life again
If I had wings...
©Preeti S Manaktala
Day 6 And now, for our (optional) prompt. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of the possible. What does that mean? Well, take a look at these poems by Raena Shirali and Rachel Mennies. Both poems are squarely focused not on what has happened, or what will happen, but on what might happen if the conditions are right. Today, write a poem that emphasizes the power of “if,” of the woulds and coulds and shoulds of the world.