Spatial Disorientation
Sent in a vision, to aerial views
You send me thus, burnt into the blue
in a panic of upside, of right side, of down
You palpitate ozones and spin me around
The land is a span to be pierced, flying higher
The sky is my foothold to walk undesired
while all of my instruments tell me I'm wrong
I hold off on turning a little too long
An angle of nose diving into the sea
when all of my feelings communicate me
and the world as I know it lights up in a flash
when "up" becomes "down" in a serpentine crash...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment