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Above the clouds
the raven circles
below
the world turns
us down
to a fleeting kiss
of ground
in capricious wind’s riddle –
How to unstick gravity?
Pull up!
Pull up!
Maximum speed
unbraking hearts arrested
by clarity
a stark reality
in the whispering
of slow-motion minds –
Are we unstuck?
And the raven hovers
and the world turns
and fear takes flight
Why?
Do I not care or
like others before
deny it’s the end
of my world turning?
Then the raven flies south
on flouncing wind
to drown brown lands
And so
we land
on a world
turning
without end
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Beautiful poem, beeblue. Especially loved the last 2 lines:
And so
we land
on a world
turning
without end
Thanks, Nancy. We are but moments in time 🙂
Yes, I like those lines, too.
Thanks, TIlly. You will be very happy that you weren’t on that flight – aborted landing 😉
Beautifully done, Bb! I love so many lines: …fleeting kiss of ground… slow-motion minds… wonderfully expressive!
Thanks, Adee – the fight-or-flight response has no room to move in these situations but it certainly clears the mind 🙂
very meaningful Bluebee i like it 🙂
Thanks, Jake – I think flight is one of the best inventions of all time 🙂
There’s something about flying that stirs the emotions and engenders some interesting thoughts…and some good poems like yours.
Thanks, Charles. At times like these I do think of the pilots as “those magnificent men in their flying machines” – their skills and level-headedness are to be admired
Very nice.
Thanks, Northern Narratives 🙂
A cracker of a poem. The introductory lines are like a haiku (rooku I suppose 😉 ) and could easily stand alone. Same with the last 3 lines. The title is fantastic. Sounds like a scary trip – I would have been a mess (I was once in a plane to Perth for work and it couldn’t land because of turbulence – we went up and down, round and round for hours – horrible).
“rooku” – haha, thanks, Gabe – I think going round and round for hours is worse (not to mention vomit-inducing). In this case the back wheels just touched the ground and immediately we went straight up again. Apparently with the sudden wind change there was a chance we would have otherwise gone off the end of the runway (into the sea).
I say the pilots (highly skilled) deserve the increase they are asking for, unlike the (gouging) pollies who have just been given one (a kick in the butt would be more appropriate).
a thrill of a flight – unbraking hearts arrested – I feel the heart seizing up in the chest. What a great poem, Bluebee!
Gosh, Monica – it’s so good to see you back in the Blogosphere 😀 I was beginning to worry that the anti-wolf lobby had taken you hostage.
Hi again, Bluebee. My aged computer has finally thrown in the towel, too – it won’t let me access my blog!
Oh, no, Monica – that’s rather frustrating. Hope you’re not offline for too long 😦
One of your best. I particularly like –
‘the world turns
us down
to a fleeting kiss
of ground’
Just brilliant!
Thanks for this lovely, considered comment, Selma 😀
God, I wish I were a bird, innocent of longing. Beautiful 🙂
I’m with you on that, Jan – I want to come back as an African Fish Eagle 🙂
Wonderful to float amongst these lines.
Thanks, Mark. Flying is such a terrifyingly marvellous experience, isn’t it? 🙂
I like your poetry as well as your photography. I tried to become a pilot once, but did not trust myself. My mind wanders too much while I’m in the air. I admire those who have the discipline to keep their eye on the sky.
Thanks, Thomas – I admire pilots immensely, too. This particular photo was taken by my late maternal grandfather (RIP, his initials) over 40 years ago – he took his camera everywhere 🙂
I know what you mean about the mind wandering. I have “piloted” a glider for a short spell (under the very watchful eye of its owner) and that was enough to do my head in, and I know I would never be any good at life-and-death type work.