flying soul (Remove filter)
After Gaze
I would just stand before the wind,
and get caught up in a particular way,
floating like a kite above the earth
while others watched
and longed for
my skill.
Transcendent, I’d soar, beyond all reach.
It felt so natural, while many asked
for my secret sauce. I tried to explain
since it was all in the technique. I stood
before the gusts &
just let go, lift-off,
I felt ecstasy–
a butte...
Wednesday 3rd March 2021 6:13 pm
Recent Comments
Larisa Rzhepishevska on I Know Those Who Hate The War
7 hours ago
Russell Jacklin on Death of Fanny Adams
9 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on An act of kindness leads to a divine reward
16 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Le Chat noir
16 hours ago
raypool on Death of Fanny Adams
18 hours ago
raypool on celestial school of verse
18 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on An act of kindness leads to a divine reward
18 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on June 2025
19 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Here Today Gone Tomorrow
21 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on celestial school of verse
1 day ago