Testament (continued again)

The astronaut wants to be home, shaking restlessness from his back.
The home wants to be the fire with its thick-walled warmth.
The fire wants to be the fresh air sitting heavy in your lungs.
The air wants to be the strong tower of tangible stone.
The tower wants to be the rain suspended over ground.
The rain wants to be still.
The stillness wants to be your voice raised in singing.
The voice wants to be the canvas holding bright colours.

by: Anna Shogren

Testament

The cat wants to be a strong thing - a hand, a tree.

The girl wants to be a pirate, in a tree.

The tree wants to be the pond with its face of shining.

The pond wants to be the sun who dumps its sugar on the grass.

The grass wants to be the foot, its sole, its heel.

The foot wants to be the brain who always gets to choose.

The brain wants to be the feet dumb in their shoes.

The shoe wants to be the buckle that the girl shines with a cloth.

The buckle wants to be the magpie lifting what shines.

The magpie wants to be the egg in the nest touching its brother.

The egg wants to be the feather.

The feather wants to be the mite, devouring its plume.

by: Conne Voisine

Continuing Thoughts on Testament

The mite wants to be the wind, warm in a bird's wing,

the wind wants to be a redhead, flashing her bright smile,

the redhead wants to be a rose, picked just before Valentine's Day,

the rose wants to be the earth and hold trees in her hands,

the earth wants to be the sun, to see far far away,

the sun wants to be the moon, who looks different every night,

the moon wants to be an astronaut who does something for the very first time.

by: jen addis

Anyone else want to respond (in any sort of way) to the Testament poem?

"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
-George Eliot