Requiem for a Departed Friend
by
Kalikiano Kalei
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Very few things beat the adrenal rush of having your ass blasted across the skies at twice the speed of sound in a turbojet powered, delta-winged interceptor, although passionate sex can come close. A gourmet repast in an elegant restaurant in the Swiss Vallais, with a bottle of excellent Swiss Rhone Dole vintage wine and a ravishingly beautiful, dark-haired gazelle of a woman for company also comes close. Nothing, however, is fully comparable with the thrill of high-speed flight into the danger zone. This is a requiem for one of my 30,000 pound 'hot dates' in the distant past...
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Requiem
As if lightning had hammered twice, the bolts,
separated by many years in a deja-vu stroke of fleeting memory,
flashed out of the eerie stillness of the predawn desert hush.
Deep within that chill of darkest solitude, disturbing awareness
grew of something rushing towards perception at blinding speed.
Just beyond the limit of raw senses, it screamed silently
across the hushed sands at less than ten meters.
My intent search of the cold shimmer of azure sky
tracked the merest reflective glints of sun on distant silver,
caught and painted like a radar ghost in thermal waves of rising sun.
Within a single heartbeat the object grew explosively
until it filled my entire gaze, a fierce and beautiful machine
with wings of quicksilver came headlong, a wicked needle
forged in some demonic, cataclysmic fire, taking vectors
as if targeted with obdurate kinetic force toward
the unprotected human heart and mind.
Faster than thought, quicker than regret, with hellish haste
I became caught up in vibrating sympathy with ancient urgent forces
as the silver-winged machine screamed wildly over my head,
engine howling and afterburner bellowing like a demon song
gone mad with raging pain, passing so near I felt I could
have reached up and touched it, strangely drained of all
fears of death and daring to watch, ears ringing, as the
aircraft lifted suddenly skyward, going beyond the speed
of sound, soaring impossibly high into the vast
and limitless ocean of heavy desert air.
Once again alone, left gaping, staggered by the sudden shock
of pure vacuum in its passing, there was very little left to affirm
what reality had just existed: the cool of the early desert morning, the
shifting sands of experience, memory, and emotion, the emptiness
of insubstantial fragments of time and space gone forever.
Nothing more than this…and a single distant flash of sun on liquid
silver wings, flaring briefly in the endless depths of cobalt blue infinity
to remind me of what had come and gone…again and forever.
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
11/24/2008 |
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I love to fly, but have never flown in a high powered jet blasting through the stratosphere: this comes close. Wheeee, what a ride! Thank God for restraining straps: this kicks into hyperspeed from the opening sentance and doesn't relent until we are left quivering with gratitude on landing, thankful to have experienced real flight. Well done, Kalikiano.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Kathy Armijo |
1/26/2008 |
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Vivid. Exciting. A ride few will ever take, but one that many of us appreciate - freedom.
God bless you. Kathy |
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| Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill |
1/26/2008 |
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Thanks for the ride!! My child-hood dream it is to ride shot gun in a fighter jet. Got a buddy in the Marine Corps playing with a Hornet daily. Lucky guy!
Anyway, beautiful work, vividly paining a picture!
Rebecca~ |
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| Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury |
1/26/2008 |
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| This poem paints quite a surreal image of technologies interaction with nature. enjoyed |
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