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No Bird ever soared in a calm

How can I fly like a bird he dreamed this man and his brother, with little formal education. So they dreamed and watched, they studied and read. Dickens and Twain, Virgil and Plutarch also. They worked hard in Dayton and Kitty Hawk too and they never stopped, the focus the same, how can I fly like a bird. So they tried and they failed and tried again - and failed and they failed - and they learned and their focus remained the same, how can I fly like a bird? It was never easy, never for sure because no bird ever soared in a calm. With little help and little attention they remained focused. Supported only by profits from their small bike shop — they continued on. Until one day on a windy, rough day, on an isolated stretch of beach at Kitty Hawk, they flew like a bird. with an engine they built and a plane they designed so many times. To capture the spirit of so many others to fly in the skies of Paris and finally in the skies near DC. These brothers, humble in outlook but focused in demeanor, lived their dream to fly like a bird - because no bird ever soared in a calm.

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/20/2024 4:39:00 AM

This a beautiful re-telling of the Wright brothers? I love it. It prompted me to explore them further, as I was aware of them, but not to the extent that further research delivered. Amongst other things, I was not aware of this -

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 3/20/2024 4:39:00 AM

"Orville dropped out of high school after his junior year to start a printing business in 1889, having designed and built his own printing press with Wilbur's help. Wilbur joined the print shop, and in March the brothers launched a weekly newspaper, the West Side News. Subsequent issues listed Orville as publisher and Wilbur as editor on the masthead. In April 1890 they converted the paper to a daily, The Evening Item, but it lasted only four months. They then focused on commercial printing. One of their clients was Orville's friend and classmate, Paul Laurence Dunbar, who rose to international acclaim as a ground-breaking African-American poet and writer. For a brief period the Wrights printed the Dayton Tattler, a weekly newspaper that Dunbar edited..."

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 3/20/2024 4:39:00 AM

I could be entirely incorrect in my assumptions. But I think your poem is about the Wright Brothers? I think the feeling of being in a glider, would be simultaneously frightening and exciting. Thank you for sharing. :)

Beata Agustin

Date: 11/30/2023 1:14:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.