wings

Light as a feathered feuilleton
transported on wings of jubilant breath,
so go wandering, thought of our souls
on carpets that soar vast skies of imaginings.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This is a lovely and imaginative write, Frederick. It has an angelic quality about it. A divine mystery of flight that we as human beings may never know despite our technological advances. Only those of wings can ever truly know its truth. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks Carlos. Like many a child, unaided flight was a standing dream.

[Sam & Gavin Khan-McInty..]

Sweet,Thsnkd It’s ambiguous . My real name is Amina which is Arabic

[Sam & Gavin Khan-McInty..]

Lovely,a soaring poem of the senses

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks kind sirs

[Sam & Gavin Khan-McIntyre]

Am a female (Sam) but yes

[Red Brick Keshner]

A thousand pardons, Sam.

[Sam & Gavin Khan-McIntyre]

Sweet,Thanks It’s ambiguous so nice to be mistaken. My real name is Amina which is Arabic

[Chris Shaw]

This little piece of brevity is a gem Frederick.

'transported on wings of jubilant breath'

How uplifting that is. Love this line of contented wanderings.

Chris

[Red Brick Keshner]

I do like that summative phrase "contented wanderings!" Thanks, Chris. May we always have the contentment of bliss filled wanderings in word and thought. Frederick.

[Chris Shaw]

I'll second that :))

[red93]

Sublime Frederick - another one you have plucked from the holy ether - inspired.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks red. Much obliged to you. Frederick.

[Lisasview]

Good morning,
I see I am the first one to review your poem dear Frederick...although you already have 12 views..
My brain is working hard to figure out exactly what you mean in your poem.. I love metaphors and they always makes me think... However, since I know what a feuilleton means.. I just can not figure out what feathered feuilleton could mean.. I would love to know your thoughts..
However, I do love the flow of your lines..."so go wondering, thought of our souls" Your last two lines are wonderful...loved them..yes, thoughts do soar...imaginations.....
Lisa, early Monday morning

[Red Brick Keshner]

Hello Lisa, thanks for dropping by. When this was written I was working on "mongrelised metaphors" like here, our thoughts and imaginations are like feuilletons, and when we go off they fly like magic carpets; or like the tip of an iceberg, they may float around but there is so much more to them. Something really simple along those lines. Thanks for your review. Frederick.