Tim B Poet Free verse

Metallic Palette

I taste the metal skyline.
I feel the wind breathe across my face
I fall

Honk, honk, honk 
The car alarm screams at me from afar
Bleeding lights streak across my eyes

Hey what's the matter with you?
I am fine I think 
Bedazzled by reflections in sheets of glass

Is that the sky?
I wonder bemused
I fly down and up simultaneously 
Finally I've caught the wind
On steel wings I rise!

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Skat A June 3, 2015 at 10:12 PM Sounds toxic in a way... However I enjoyed

Nette Onclaud June 3, 2015 at 11:41 AM so good to read you again, tim.. what a poetic ride; fly on!.. huggs Tim B June 3, 2015 at 12:07 PM Thanks Nette, just stopping in with a couple of poems I wrote recently that I felt would be worth sharing. Hope all is well with the soup community.