'1 To 47' For Trashed 2 Contest
I wanted to write something in which each successive line had one more letter than the one before; it basically wrote itself :
I
do
not
wish
to see
the sky
before a
bird goes
soaring by
that I may be
at once alive
observing him
soar, turn & dive
no cares, the King
of his high domain
the earth beneath’s
his bejewelled gain
free from constraint
his barnstorming rush
pulls his feathers taut
with a fluttering whoosh
my warm heart takes flight
and my spirit sprouts wings
taking hold my soul now sings
and we soar through the clouds
where the atmosphere’s thinner
my eye’s on heaven, his is on dinner
weaving & dancing cross the skies
our twinkling ‘pas de deux’ surprise
suddenly over, our pathways diverge
when nature defines an inimical urge
on & up he goes as thermals give him rise
and plummetting down I’d slowly realise
my wings are imagined, his beyond surreal
my faithless fall drags me down by the heel
and as gravity takes its inevitable toll
the weight of my heart puts my flight on a roll
convinced more than ever that now I should die
as the bird disappears through a hole in the sky
perseverance and strength overcomes the desire
to surrender my endurance for abandonments fire
heavens continuance calls, without thinking I vie
now to ascend beyond death without questioning why
By His Grace, my spirit lifts mountain high as the dove
To forever dwell in Peace with the King of all the above
Written and posted 07/11/15
by
Bill Lindsay
reposted for Trashed2 contest sponsored by BROKEN WINGS
Copyright © Bill Lindsay | Year Posted 2015
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