paper airplane

we are as fragile, he says:
fingers pleating paper as if
he knows the constructs
of heaven and hell

the alignments of life and death;
place and dust

a casual and random flight
loosed once and nosedived,
airplaning into what’s forgotten

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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9 Responses to paper airplane

  1. annotating60 says:

    There is a bigger poem in there Susan. Wow is there.>KB

  2. BroadBlogs says:

    I’m glad this is metaphorical since I’m flying today.

  3. I understand this spiritually and philosophical ~ Susan would you help me find info on Sedoka poetry dear?

  4. nelle says:

    We are as fragile… we are, more than we know. Yet, we are so much stronger than we know. We are curious beings. In any case, fingers pleating paper as if he knows the constructs… love it.

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