peaks

peaks

A Poem by boston house kitten

up into the clouds we float and go    
soft winged beasts unbowed here in plateau 
toft above whited tip, above wafted shore  
heretofore lost, aloft docile flow.

above shy city passing below
we jaunt, we tumble in hawking show,
banshee bombers in games of kiss and run
contralto-stratus paints our tableau.

and wonder if clouds be so high
as if to separate earth from sky,
and cloud of heart or cloud of mind
can thus keep us from true reply?

if pure of heart, pure of mind,
should one not see eye to eye?

I'm fondest here atop whited peaks,
playing banshee bombers cheek to cheek.
pantomime generals replay our hawking show
I'm happiest here, among the flow.

© 2011 boston house kitten


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Just love your use of words, and I learnt a new word Banshee!!! Love your style :)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on June 29, 2011
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harrogate, , yorkshire, United Kingdom



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