Flying Inside Your Own Body Poem by Margaret Atwood
Flying Inside Your Own Body
Your lungs fill & spread themselves,
wings of pink blood, and your bones
empty themselves and become hollow.
When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon
and your heart is light too & huge,
beating with pure joy, pure helium.
The sun’s white winds blow through you,
there’s nothing above you,
you see the earth now as an oval jewel,
radiant & seablue with love.
It’s only in dreams you can do this.
Waking, your heart is a shaken fist,
a fine dust clogs the air you breathe in;
the sun’s a hot copper weight pressing straight
down on the think pink rind of your skull.
It’s always the moment just before gunshot.
You try & try to rise but you cannot.
It’s always the moment just before gunshot. You try & try to rise but you cannot.....so touching and impressive. A beautiful poem is amazingly shared. Thanks and congratulation for being selected this poem as the modern poem of the POD.
" It’s only in dreams you can do this." Captivating poem! Very modern! Thanks, Poet!
Pure joy! ! ! The sun's white winds blow through you. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thrilling expression. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the Modern poem of the poem of the day.
Dear Margaret, Congratulations being chosen as The Modern POem Of The Day! Your poems are always entertaining I adored so much!
A great metaphorical gem. It could mean anything but is very clear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/14/2024 8:22:37 PM # 1.0.0
Atwood is a true Poet, capturing that feeling of flying when you are dreaming, that comes crashing when you are awake. Her words are mesmerizing.