Javelin.

David Wakeling

 

 

There is a quiet javelin in flight,

Brisk, between earth and earth,

Plummets forth without sight,

Paragon, between death and birth,

Slices of air made for the soil,

Brushes of velvet and thread,

Soaring eagle-like, effortless toil,

We watch and are dissolved.

 

Filtered we stand, as if the fog,

Had entered the real world,

And transformed our hand,

To still be with the wonder held,

Try, if you will, if you dare,

Unfasten the peace that lies within,

Set it free to kiss the air,

Be unto thyself a Javelin.

 

  • Author: David Wakeling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 7th, 2026 02:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    This one seems rather enigmatic but I take it to be toward peace and our choice to enact it. Very poetically written in metaphor

    • David Wakeling

      Yes your right I think it needs work.Thanks for commenting compadre

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome my friend

      • Friendship

        Nicely done, your poem deals with the journey of self-discovery and the inner struggle to break free from constraints

        • David Wakeling

          Yes like flying over the walls.Thanks for your insight



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