Engineer in Flight

A late, but worthy flight.

A silent gust of wind blew,
Louder than cries of dismay,
To places I bid adieu,
It sent me flying away.
Some of them I barely knew,
Others I was scared to stay,
It offered me wings brand new,
Until the next light of day.

I haste as these minutes pass,
Fine sand in this hourglass,
My land of shelter does wait,
But this flight can make me late.

Tough ego tying my shoes,
Kicks off the clouds in my way,
Which place to build which to choose,
Are this engineer's play.
Fixed limits we shall set loose,
My wings with pride hear me say,
Our prudent quest continues,
Until the next light of day.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I'm not sure what the message here is about, but reading twice, I really enjoy what you've done with rhyme & rhythm . . . I'm catching an Irish lilt here. I think what doesn't fit for me is the aspect of this narrator being an engineer . . . it seems to be a distinction without a difference. Other than that, I love the beginning & being swept away, as if life is an uncharted flight thru the unknowns (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Archishman Rick]

Thank you very much :) I suppose the title could be a a bit more appropriate. This poem depicts an intense introspection late at night when time is of the essence before the next daylight. Basically the author metaphorically speaks of being propelled away by a strong gust of wind that is actually his own strong sense of worth. He happens to be an 'engineer', who after realizing his worth and pride wants to explore and build different parts of life which he had been avoiding or been scared of, which he had been flown to and shown by this "silent gust of wind". A late quest it is, to find and mark those places to build, and return to rest before bright daylight.

[barleygirl]

As you describe this journey here, I'm impressed by your creativity, to take such a moment & turn it into such imagination. I can see how your poem reflects this, altho I couldn't have gotten the fullness, like having read your explanation. I am guilty of writing poems that do not really encompass everything I was feeling as I wrote it, but it's also good to allow the reader to take the message in any direction of their choosing. I just couldn't catch the "engineer" connection as this poem related to your own specific experience.

[Archishman Rick]

Thanks, I understand. I agree that the reader should be allowed to interpret by themself. I'd say, your poetry Ms. Barley, is already quite all- encompassing with the amazing vocab pool, clever rhyming, vivid imagery and so on heh. So you've really done and contributed much for the literary world with your own unique acuity and wit. I haven't been too motivated to write or visit the cafe lately, hoping that shall change.

[barleygirl]

Lots of people are feeling "blah" becuz there's so much tough stuff going on in the world. It's hard to block that all out & write about fun stuff -- not have all the gripes become one's narrative. Thanks, extremely for your kind words! (((HUGS)))

[Just Kim]

I enjoyed your write, this is written so well
i can feel emotions in this write

[Archishman Rick]

Thanks for your sweet words my friend. Cheers

[Chris Shaw]

I am thinking thought flight here. Where do you want to go in your mind to escape the reality of what is going on in the world at present. I have a few places myself, I fly off too randomly. Great escape. All good wishes.

Chris

[Archishman Rick]

Sorry for the late response, Ms. Shaw. I appreciate your comments. I'd say either of being too grounded or too much in flight can be detrimental, but apportioning time for them each in healthy intervals is constructive and crucial. Cheers to you. :)