i have flown too
pushing off with one foot
& coasting thermals with hawks
but after i am up
dispersing clouds
skipping over jet trails
never in my dreams
have i found a way
back to down
but opening my eyes
i have flown too
pushing off with one foot
& coasting thermals with hawks
but after i am up
dispersing clouds
skipping over jet trails
never in my dreams
have i found a way
back to down
but opening my eyes
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Very evocative. Your poetry soars by day, your dreams follow in your sleep.
😉 thank you David! I just wish, just once, I knew how to come down without waking up!
I can come down in mine, usually by falling!
oh–not nearly as pleasant as the start, is it! Maybe it is better to fly until I wake up, then.
Beautifully narrated !!!
Thanks, GS.
Just shut your eyes and you’re be airborne again 🙂
quite true, usually 😉
Love use of thermals… worked into one of the chapters the other day, third I believe. Good show.
thanks, Nelle. Love that word, the currents…
love the imagery, really.
oh, thanks so much!
and waking
up, finding it gone
and wishing….
sometimes , you wake up
at the wrong time in a dream,
floating in its amber jet stream,
at a point of its greatest promise
as it danced along its self willed
and illogical trajectory…
and alas “revus interruptus”…..
and then in vain you conjure a continuation
by locking down unfurled eyelids,
casting babalawo and ifa beads
only to meet “resumption access denied”
boldly staring at you opaquely
like the negatives of a black and white picture
from behind your tightly shut eyes!
I hope this reaction does not ruin your poem as it is neither altercation nor wrangling!
oh–no, this is beautiful–it is amplification, which perhaps I should add to that very long list! Beautiful, N. Just beautiful! And true. We cannot always direct dreams. Ah…if I could…but that is for another poem not written yet.
Very nice
thank you!