Flight

 

And into air I spin and twist:

I never knew my scattered world

This high, this bright, this burning light.

And down below they swirl in blue.

 

The forests and the fields, they flow.

Their dizzy hearts, their green and grey

Are fading out, escaping from

The boxes and the traps we built.

 

And here, I hang on cirrus lines,

On eddies at the edge of space,

In jouissance, in points beyond

The passing earth and all it was.

 

It slips away: a distant star,

A point of light in boundless light.

 

 

This poem was written as a response to the photograph by artist Cheryl Garner. It is part of an on-going journey.

The photographs, with poems, can be found at:

www.thecheesewolf.co.uk/category/vicarious-journeys/

the work of Cheryl Garner can be found at:

http://cherylgarner.squarespace.com/

 

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2 Comments to “Flight”

  1. Vanishing points in many ways, defer the eyes in the contact made, ahead of the motion of momentum’s turn, for straight lines will always tend to bend upon gravity, even within such as light, and flight. A pondering while reading, so much to find while in flight.

  2. Did you feel this as you wrote it? I think you did. I know I FELT it, as I read it!

    Well done.

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