A flight beyond flying

what is seen,

the shimmer green

the country side

from where weve been

not often lost in skyscraped gloss

we see the same, from 10,000 feet again

no more no less

just patchworked mess

rising higher in the clouds

to hear the voices of the loud

up there high upon the sphere

the minds and voices so ever-clear

we drift along through sift and calm

to drop again

runway 27 my friend

Reviews

[Kristallo]

Wow. It's like looking down in panoramic view, the landscape of memory. "Rising higher in the clouds, and hear the voices of the loud." Great line. Sometimes you look at things from every different angle hoping it will appear differently somehow, and it doesn't, it's just 'no more or less a pathworked mess'. This write speaks volumes, you did an excellent job on it.
:)

[justjenn_2u]

Quite a piece. I enjoy your creativness and your ending is superb. I would like to read more of your work. Write on.

[TC Dunn]

love the rhyming, and the line "we drift along through sift and calm." Beautifully worded. Great work.

[Lorna]

I love the rythm and structure and the beauty of this whole poem!

[Leslie Philibert]

Good work, good theme well worked through with simple, strong language. The kind of poetry I like, it deserves its message down the line and doesn´t try to be enigmatic just to be enigmatic, and then say nothing. Good poem.

[Ramya]

Such a wonderful visual appeal!! I like it that you have used simple words, yet brought out the green beauty quite well.

Good job!

[Lexi Nicole]

I absolutely adore this poem! The imagery is fantastic. You truly know how to paint a picture with your words. Beautifully done. You should be very proud.

-Teagan.

[Chris]

I had more time in the air than most of the pilots that jockeyed the planes I was in... you don't forget the feelings nor the sights... and if anything went really wrong you weren't all that far from where most hoped to go.