Reflections From A Cessna
The pillowed clouds
advancing
surging forward
Then swiftly breaking
For one short moment a glare of sun
Then again the clouds
Over the wingtips
startling flashes
red-green-gold
Assault the peace
Until the clouds
emerge triumphant
Victor - for a time - in
The eons long war
Below
a phantasmagoria of woodland
water
road
and town
Above
bland
perfection
of sky
But who am I
This intruder in the unreal
What am I
Doing here
When I am
Of the earth
And it is my destiny
to crawl upon my belly
Rather than to soar.
How I missed this one, I'll never know--a soaring write that left me gasping from its power--thank you, I am grateful, indeed; YOU ROCK!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *STANDING O*
Even the format lends itself to the theme, which you give such keen visuals to. It's that entire last verse that gave me the goosebumps... and further proves that your poetic pen sings! This is really a fine piece. katy xox
Very happy to see you posting after more than two years.!!
Welcome back Roger!!
Love Tinka
That cloud formation is showing up in many places.
Eileen
Awesome write~!!!
~Linda