The
paradox seems as
a joining of what
also seems an
impossibility~~
A story which may
glide freely~~
A day at the cliffs, dancing with wind shifts.
There’s nothing like this, a day of pure bliss.
Safety must come first, to avoid the hearse.
Helmet for your head, harness or you’re dead
With glider in hand, it’s time to leave land.
You need to run swift, to catch the wind’s lift.
You’ll fly like a bird; few sounds will be heard.
Thermals are flowing, sunshine is glowing.
As turns you’re making, sights are breathtaking.
After an hour, look for the tower.
Flight demanding, it’s time for landing.
Bank into the wind and let your flight end.
saw a raptor glide down today
toward the tree line of my forest
I wondered at his purpose
was he hunting or merely loving life?
I marveled at his glide
wishing it had been my own
A swan, when it's gliding along,
Its feet are both pedallin' strong.
It's not what you see
That brings things to be,
It's work that puts King in the Kong.
marie is a giddy gliding dragonfly
flitting, flirting, flying high
light, lithe, lively too
enthusiastically exuding energy of two
swooping sassily among the grateful gladiolas in the glade
kissing yellow daffodils and tulips, never afraid
landing on lovely lilies with a dainty touch
a delicate demure dragonfly, we all love very much.
"gracefully gliding"
he glides gracefully through blue skies
cruising through illumination and color
seen within shadows of radiant suns
unveiled over corners of earth and sea
as he wanders showing a regal existence
such a moment is but for a mere second
unmeasured peace fill bodies and souls
gracing us all who are blessed to see
be it a baby blue bird to the bald eagle
he glides gracefully through blue skies
SkyWatcher
09-04-23
I watch you soar in your thermal.
I wonder what that must be like to feel.
See you glide using your wings tips as rudders.
What skills nature bestowed on thee.
I watch in awe of your splendour.
Power and precision with such ease.
You bank and dive with such majesty, so magnificently.
I see your silhouette over a watered sun.
The sky is yours undoubtedly.
I watch you soar in your thermal.
Nature gave that privilege to me.
eagle is gliding
wind flings me off porch couch
rooster crows
trees have lost their Autumn colors
yet the winding path I walk is still in beautiful decay
a pond I pass mirrors a still azure sky above
and the cold water reflects ducks floating
the days are shorter and soon the ducks will fly away
but today they glide peacefully side by side
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October 31, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/gliding peacefully
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1401-886-31
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size #25
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 11/07/2021
Submitted to the Standard contest, Strand No 1042
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 12/29/2021
The elegant mute swan,
Gliding through the water,
It's feet under the water,
Going like the clappers.
Her two children hover over
And watch the ticking screen
Circling cords, like snakes in a pit.
Opening windows, her daughter
Wondering about her soul
Hoping her soul travels gently.
A gentle breeze saunters in through
Carries her to the other side
A soul now, gliding like a bird.
19.10.2020
Writing Challenge-Tercets
Theme- Death.
Gliding in glory, seizing life’s design,
chameleon clouds create one fine noon-
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine,
I hear their gale drifting into a tune.
Chameleon clouds create one fine noon,
dusk slides into night with comfort and ease-
I hear their gale drifting into a tune,
then they retire to the deep forest trees.
Dusk slides into night with comfort and ease,
those ivory birds echo sight of flight;
then they retire to the deep forest trees,
moondust glimmers as nature says goodnight.
Those ivory birds echo sight of flight.
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine;
moondust glimmers as nature says goodnight-
gliding in glory, seizing life’s design.
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12.17.19
Seagulls Poetry Contest
Eve Roper
love
this dove
glides above
the hush of night
on its endless flight
to share this song of plight
my voice tarried on night's wings
soul's symphony to you it brings
this melody within my heart's strings
(not for contest)
Gliding through life. All is great.
Terrific. Wonderful. How could it be any better?
BAM.
Death hits.
Despair.
Depression.
Anger.
Rage.
An unknown sadness that holds us hostage for months, maybe years.
One BAM is all it takes.
Life as you know it is gone.
Over.
The road and river parallel
Each other as I ride
On the ferry where, with traffic
Non-existent, we do glide.
With windshield wipers flapping
In my car, I’d be real tense
But the boat ride is so calming
That it seems to recompense.
I ready my book and crossword solve
And even write my poem.
Before I know it, I’ll be back,
Relaxing in my home.
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