A small plane in the sky
i will always look up
when i hear
the soft hum
of a small plane
as it flies far
above
over me
to see where
so small a thing
in so vast a blue expanse
i
even smaller
down here
can't help
but smile
as i squint to see
the craft
one man
arms wide
soaring
higher
than the birds.
(Inspired by HVP's photo "Looking Up" )
5 comments:
I like the way this piece plays out. You have the attraction to the object above, how it makes you feel, yet the squinting makes it all seem like a dream, definitely imposing the distance down, very well crafted, I really enjoyed the read, thanks
Thanks for the feedback, Fred. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
When I was a baby my father, a pilot, lost his life in WWII. Not quite understanding things, as a child I used to watch planes and ask my mother if that was my daddy coming home. This made me think of that. Nice poem.
Yes! :) and today it hummed with the chirping grasshoppers all over the trail! Nice simple poem and a great way to bring sky and earth together.
live2write: Appreciate you sharing that heartfelt memory.
Cindy: thanks. More photos of your explorations on the trail soon, I hope? :)
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