The Air Up Here

 

 

Hopelessness

hovers

around dark and golden crowns.

Up here

the air is so thin

it keeps us giddy.

Fleeting moments

of a place

we know we'll never reach.

So,

we just run

through the dappled sunlight

and try to warm our skin.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Your words are so full of freedom and light, floating as it were around us as we read. It makes one long to be up there too... :)

Craig

[Matt Penrose]

A lovely poem, Bree. A feeling and of loss and futility resonates through this. Great flow.

[Ricohard]

Awesome. Your'e Awesome!

[Ricohard]

"around dark and golden crowns"
Love it. Your ambigious flow is so perfect.
The shortness of the poem is it's strength.
Keep this one in. Just name the damn thing.