A
Flightless plane
Big sheets of clean white metal
Wings drag across the pavement, into buildings
And homes
The hard cold floor
A yearning for significant purpose
Creating a series of moments to wonder
At the bluey, spacious, freedom that is the Sky
The
Desire to one day intersect with a flock of birds
Perpendicular
In arrow form
Warmth in purpose, commitment
And free spirit
Born to set sight on nothing but the present time of day
We yearn to be more
Crave more
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Author:
Joshuareidy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 3rd, 2017 12:16
- Comment from author about the poem: I wonder how people view their plane and their flock of birds.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
In arrow form
Warmth in purpose, commitment
And free spirit.
Yet does this not yet make you think of what these birds are fleeing - i.e don't look back
That is an interesting reflection on the birds, curious about their journey and their past. We view this from the planes point of view and so it only seems fitting we hear of just what the plane respects and admires of the birds. Maybe I could write something from the flock of birds perspective.
I really appreciate your feedback Luke!
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