Airborne Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Airborne
The wind is gusting as a playful breeze
The whirling summer air is entertaining
With a performance of acrobatic ease
A stream of air is persuading and reigning
A wispy translucent shape dances as if alive
Caught in a rapture, rushing in front of cars
Barely escaping ruptures; destined to survive
Once again, lifting and gliding without scars
With a whoosh, the discarded plastic grocery bag
Is launched majestically and snagged on a branch
Suddenly the thrill seeker becomes a waving flag
Twirling and twisting, begging for another chance
1/26/08
Beautiful write Theresa! A pleasure always to read poems! *10*! ! Friend Thad
Great imagry Theresa is this just something you have plucked out of the air 10 Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 5:52:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You have done a fine job of making a very nice piece of poetry out of such an everyday object most would likely failed to notice. Thanks for something really fresh.