Air Poem by Troy Cochran

Air

Rating: 5.0


I've never been for a ride in a hot air balloon,
But I've been profoundly happy once or twice.

Even now, sifting through the details of my sordid life,
Free-floating through the fragments of a windshield,

I feel a broad grin welling up
Wanting the ends of my mouth.

Tuesday, July 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: contrast,happiness,transcendent
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Just an old poem of mine ~ one from a pile of manuscripts that I threw away in frustration a while back.It's one that, for whatever reason, sticks in my mind; so I thought I'd share it before it's gone for good.Now, perhaps, it will stop nagging me. :)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Douglas Scotney 09 July 2019

It would be good to be happy then, just as you're getting smashed.

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Troy Cochran 10 July 2019

Better late than never, right?

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Mahtab Bangalee 09 July 2019

Thrown away poem come back as the whiling air!

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Troy Cochran 10 July 2019

Proof that " what goes around comes around."

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