Soaring higher
where priorities wrestle with freedom,
the daily struggle takes flight, footloose
where significance... insignificance battle.
through smiling blue sky's and cotton candy clouds,
air crushing panic of white knuckle turbulence
forgotten as you glide to the ground.
Achievement... relief,
touch down
A contest entry
- Flying.... by islekine.
600 points, ended January 15, 2008, 17 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Fab
I love the rhyme in your piece, so unforced and natural! -
I love this!
I am a white knuckle flyer...
You hit home with me on this one!
Well penned...write on!
Happy New Year!
Think: *PEACE*



