Tonight....im gunna fly
Circumnavigate the globe
And swoon and swoop
Dip and dive
Smiling
Thriving, untethered
My rebellious boots shall kick dust
As i must
Scream....
My feathers shall ruffle breezes
My thoughts shall tussle teases
Why ever not!
I shall free fall thermals with eagles
Cross mountains un planed by mans
Course hand
I shall perch upon a Buddhist temple and gaze
Just gaze pon the domain
Of natures remains
Whilst gigantic basketed balloons
Will release
Appease
And softly scour
Rolling clouds peppered
Flowered
With roses scented noses
Brandishing thorny stems
and raised hems
Lost in the fragility of time
A wild and ethereal ride. Sounds like some of my dreams. Just racing with the moon
Woooooooooosh! You have too much energy for me, tonight, Karen! lol! I like it BECAUSE of it's high-level verve, and inventivity...That, and a balanced speckling of effective imagery makes this piece yet another winner for your literary jacket! ~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The feast of flight and fantasy....cross maintains un planed by mans course hand - a stunningly beautiful and damning line on our increasingly Corizon world. The crescendo of the last 2 lines delivers an image of a group of friends out for fun spontaneously breaking into a cancan dance in a public place like a flash mob. Exuberant free form verse in lyrical excelsior.