Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

fear of flying

24 May 2014

 

 

like cooing pigeons, we flutter,

then mate,

await the perfunctory report,

a nervous laugh,

a knowing smile,

that silent questioning need

to survey truth,

eyes meeting,

minds slightly wandering

between selfish and sufficient,

like a compass needle stuck

on magnetic North,

still, we arrive, our destination,

the journey itself a treat,

remembered revelations,

across the canvas of your face,

the coos and squeaks and silent sighs,

I’m not quite so afraid to fly.

 

 

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24 May, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

2 Comments »

  1. Oh, I liked this one, Michael! Sweet and yes, a ‘treat!’

    Comment by reocochran | 27 May, 2014 | Reply

    • thanks Robin, glad you liked it.

      Comment by michael | 27 May, 2014 | Reply


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