Flight - For Metamorph Contest

Flight (Original poem) It’s morning early on when I begin to sparkle, dance, ignite. I radiate, burn bright, reach high and grasp, talk fast and loud, create chaos, risk all to fly (flying is the best part). Flight (Tanka) Morning, early on. I dance, radiate, burn bright, chaos in my grasp. I’ll chance my manic madness — anything so I can fly. By Jack Jordan For Debbi Guzzi’s “Metamorph Free Poetry Contest”