jonathan_wolfe Posted January 27, 2004 Report Posted January 27, 2004 The white canvas ripples in the fine crisp air. a warm breeze making the mood dozy, the clouds gracing the sun in a warm welcome let the dance begin. get up and dive into the air, whirl around up towards the sun and around the ceruclean sky diving down down near the great sea, racing, winding through the trees towards the afternoon sun. sweat on the brow, the glint off the the prow, brilliance of the glorious machines, sinewing the sky dip down low into the countryside, behind mountain's shadow, cool breeze, winding path strange land. tension leads to curiousity leads to interest. Climbing back up into the air to grace the sunny skys agains Once more it is time to sleep and let the white wings of the wind take us where they might go we see the albatross sail into the deep requious sky. and we smile. and we have peace.
Gyrfalcon Posted January 27, 2004 Report Posted January 27, 2004 slipping free of gravity's grasp throwing one's self at the ground and missing taking wing and soaring past the clouds and higher tasting the rain before it has fallen bursting from the empyrean white spinning and dancing on a floor insubstantial before turning and plunging back falling, soaring, mind blurring intensity letting the wind tease us away from the ground to flash over land and water to fast and breath deep of a freedom so blue.
Falcon2001 Posted January 27, 2004 Report Posted January 27, 2004 Excellent poem, Jonathan. As I was reading I was trying to see what sort of bird it was - I had the image of a seagull originally. The Albatross is a much better symbol of nautical freedom though, glad you used it The vocabulary on this is excellent, as well. A lot of these words I'm hard-pressed to use when asked, nevertheless in a poem.
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