LEARNING TO FLY (poem) by A PAX on AuthorsDen

LEARNING TO FLY
by A PAX → (All Poetry by A PAX)
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The True and Beautiful—The Sky Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never the same for two months together; almost human in its passions, almost spiritual in its tenderness, almost Divine in its infinity.—Bayard Ruskin LEARNING TO FLY The villagers felt a rumble, when the sky opened As a breath inhaled, pulling all small upward Into a vacuum of moist, thread Like a great basket on the rise While those objects of greater weight Fell through the open weave To the duality of a questionable freedom, or doom As those who declined the gamble Held fast with limb To whatever solid was obtainable The sky slowly exhaled, and the basket of moist lowered It's weave relaxed, and the moist threads loosened While those who held on, did so on a dangled swing Lubricious and cool Causing those stowaways to slip into the air Tumbling in a dizzying decent Until the next inhalation Where through their brief experience By previous seconds, of terror and exhilaration Those on the toss Twisted free And soared Pax A 2/9/09

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on November 3, 2009

VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on February 14, 2009

Your descriptions in the first verse awakened my senses. I've had dreams of flying (like most). I think you capture that awkward and clumsy feel just before the soar. I love the ending on this poem. It makes me feel freedom, as if anything is possible. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on February 12, 2009

in freedom's breadth your poetic words are the very wings to envision us...Lovely & Embracing Poem!
Peace, Love & Poetry
Vickie

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on February 10, 2009

The flight of a germ. I'm German, can I come along?

Ron

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Stunning Pea the images and the picture are so in tune as to be almost one...

Fee

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

This is a gorgeous poem.Beautifully written,take care

Edwin

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

I flew just this evening, "buzzed" all around my camper...;-) ed