John Beam Poet Couplet

Vapor Trail Dreams From Paper Airplanes

Do you see what I see that’s not my line either                                                                                                                    It maybe the reality foaming from the ether                                                                                                                           I am glad you’re not in mine for your sakes                                                                                                                                      The picture is not good like fire and stakes                                                                                                                                           but for the title I will fly this error plane                                                                                                                                as the colorful streams flow into the beams                                                                                                                                           of pure delight I write to enter yours it seems                                                                                                                             just behind the color lies the unknown                                                                                                                                        as the subtle webbing begins to be flown                                                                                                                                              A back flip and a quick trip to the grocery store                                                                                                                          Your mind is spinning uncontrollably in yore                                                                                                                              and when at last you find the door it rescinds                                                                                                               and the color fades as haze to your chagrins                   as vapor in the wind a kamikaze descends                          A bomb with your name on your lap me friends

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Connie Marcum Wong December 19, 2016 at 4:12 PM How different all the entries are for this contest John. You did very well. I am sure at this very moment poor Daniel is pulling his hair out trying to decide on his winning list. ; ) John Beam December 19, 2016 at 6:41 PM Thanks, Connie. yes, I am sure. He has a lot of different themes and forms to choose from. I really don't like using other people's words or titles but I had fun writing it.