|Dreaming of Flight
Once upon a while I can fly;
not too far, one hop, step at a time, and then jump
away from my front door,
hardly achieving float beyond the porch.
Coated as I am in flesh,
pressed by gravity towards feats of clay,
I consider an achievement remains
leaping in a state of perspiration,
while dodging pouring rain, wondering whether
to regain Acacia Avenue,
landing back on my well worn terrain
12 Mar 09
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nice, Larry. very nice.
i especially like the space between the last two words of line two, being a fan of your slight manipulations of conventions.
like the internal rhythm. works well here, especially around the last few lines.
I always like to give a poem space to breathe
Larry breathless lark
Love this! I have experienced the reality of flying , or thought i have, but it turns out I'm generally asleep at the time. Today I am weighted in mud, nowhere near flying. regards ani
In my dreams i fly everywhere and when i wake up i am amazed that i am still sleeping.
Larry half awake Lark
Love it, as usual you put humour into it and put out a really well written poem, love L5&6. One suggestion for L2 - period after far "I hop, one step at a time" instead, as the reader sorta falls over your hop where it commas into a step!
I love to fly in my sleep, it's my favourite dream.
Thanks for your comments angry chick, I always look forward to hearing from you
Larry across the sea Lark