wings in flight we rise from the ground
like the breath of angels, without sound
pulsating power, lift beyond surface wake
atmosphere skipping like stones on the lake
faster, sheering, weightless, flowing
like feathers adrift in a full moon glowing
whisked away on a gossamer breeze
across the world with delicious ease
the states now blurring past my eyes
one by one through drifting skies
descent, gripping, weightless, slowing
like feathers land in a full moon glowing
Author notes
just a thing i wrote on a plane
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Comments
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imaginative and demonstrating
as with the subject, the piece wasn't instantaneous but upon staring at it it's iit, wanted... especially at the rellatedability of the ride on blue with "pulsating power, lift beyond surface wake
atmosphere skipping like stones on the lake" which has a top bottom feel of thrown thinking of throwing almost. reminds me how my deep breathing exhalations at a point can coincide with an acelerated bicyclist's spokes
slight repetition with situation contexts brings a crisper read of the first half, as "sheerer" comes through surviving --
a bit of ditty to do return favor on, I apologize the delay ~
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Now that is really cool! The ONLY thing I enjoyed about plane rides was the view once the darn thing stopped shaking!!! Nice rhyme and flow throughout here. Soft and serene, like a lil vacation all its own!
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oooh very pretty. I love the imagery darkie, very nice write!
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awwww thanxu
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