At 37 Thousand Feet
...It was a day like night
reasons only in her mind
it was only my soul: betrayed and petrified...
A comet burning through my heart...
So much so, space of earthquakes,
winds and hands of time
swirling and lamenting at the shores of this sphere...
The canvas of my memory shedding luminous colours..
leaving nothingness!
...But maybe it was only a dream
maybe it was only a day like this
in every hour of my existence.
Everything calmed: the fire consumed its course...required neither a map nor a border,
pillows of cloud, the winding roads, crevices and glistening rivers...
perforated earth and the modest mountain peaks with their white moustache...
At 37 thousand feet everything seemed obsolete...
2 comments:
Dearest Joseph. I read this and was awed by the beauty and poetry. I looked for more to read and found nothing else here. So I ask of you just a simple request. Your writing is so beautiful, would you please write more?
Dearest Mariyah, How have I not taken notice of your kind comment here. Please accept my apologies.I never received a follow up email! and I almost never come here no more.
I will give writing another go, I will also post a few old rough poems of mine. I'm trying something slightly different. I will let you know.
Thank you, Mariyah, for taking the time and dropping by.
Have a great day/evening.
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