Herbert Nehrlich 2

Rookie (04-10-1943 / Germany)

Wild Turkey - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich 2

Softly I float,
in the silence of inertia,
Lago Maggiore breezes play
and tease my northern skin,
draw tepid tears, slipstream
of crystal pearls to taste
and smell, azure the blue
and shades of rainbow gold
and strings of violin-like tones
majestic like the mist descending
from the top of Mount Olympus pines,
Softly I float,
no effort can be seen nor felt,
a cushion of the spirits' best,
Wild Turkey wings, it sings
to me and to the world beneath.
No storm or stony hail to face,
ye gods allow me to go free,
all carried by the fumes at magic heights,
tis here, at altitude, away from them
and you, and ah so close to heaven's blue
that I have vowed to stay.
And if I must, I am quite willing now to pray.


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  • Fay Slimm (12/25/2009 3:31:00 AM)


    The dreamiest of poetry to read as my first on this Christmas morn - - it took me to paradise - - thank you dear friend... and the merriest of Christmases to you - - from Fay. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009



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