poet Pete Crowther

Pete Crowther

A Window Seat

Five miles high
in our chartered jet
we fly in Fairyland,
all shining light, the
sky sea-bright, and
blue as lapis lazuli;
white as Dover’s cliffs, clouds
form a floor — a field of floating ice
below, so cold, so pure
like summer
in Antarctica
before mankind.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 23, 2005

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Comments about A Window Seat by Pete Crowther

  • Robert Howard (11/26/2006 5:34:00 PM)

    Beautiful writing. I'll think of your poem at 30,000 feet tomorrow.

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  • Emma Johnson (3/3/2006 3:17:00 AM)

    Beautiful painting. Light and colours again, Peter. What expertise.

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  • Sherry Pedersen-Thrasher (8/15/2005 12:17:00 AM)

    This is fabulous Peter and so easy to envision. I am a fan of your work. Great job once again. Sherry

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  • Raynette Eitel (8/6/2005 12:47:00 PM)

    This is beautiful, Peter. When I fly, I'm very aware of how small a percentage of mankind through the times has ever seen the tops of the clouds. What a treat...flying AND your poem., Thanks.

    Raynette

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  • Michael Tonkin (4/23/2005 2:23:00 PM)

    Peter,
    Where do poets get their ideas from, with just two lines to set the scene you embark on a poem that is short but delightful, that says it all. Wonderful.
    Michael

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  • Poetry Hound (4/23/2005 11:57:00 AM)

    Sure it's 'shallow.' Who said poems have to be deep? This one is short and sweet and has nice imagery that anyone who has had a window seat and a sense of aesthetics can identify with. Nice one.

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  • Linda Preston (4/23/2005 11:34:00 AM)

    John, you are not being very kind today. Not all poems have to have a profound meaning - however, ice and cold are metaphors for many things.

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  • John Tiong ChunghooJohn Tiong Chunghoo (4/23/2005 10:53:00 AM)

    quite a shallow poem though.

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