I feel the wind in my face.
I see nothing but space, color and light.
I dream.
I drift as the sky carries me away.
I close my eyes and savor the moment.
I feel the warm light against my face.
I am lifted higher.
I begin to soar, up and down, all around.
I drift away as the sky continues to open.
I find even more colors above.
I continue to drift in the heavens.
As I drift towards you.
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2 comments:
Thank you so much for allowing me to share this Bethany! I really appreciate it!
hey jim! i was checking in to bethany's site, and was delighted to find you here! we "write practice" junkies are good peop's! :-)
i like the verbs you use here: feel, see, drift, close, soar, find. very accessible! it's a meandering poem that brings serenity.
hey i would love to get a critique from you on a piece i posted a couple of days ago on joe's site, http://thewritepractice.com/why-you-need-to-be-writing-empty-headed-dribble/#comment-424159946. I really appreciated your feedback on my dad letter.
do you tend to write a lot of poem? or more prose? i just discovered poetry last year, and i'm already an addict!
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