Here is our weekly offering of poems for Lyrical Sunday over at Catching The Magic.
A Bird's eye view
Somewhere in the air above
where tree tops touch the sky,
there lies a blue and peaceful place
reserved for those that fly.
Soaring wings float on the winds
that blow in crisp fresh air.
Flying high above the earth
it blows away the care.
People scurry far below,
obsessed with daily life.
Charge about their business
filled with daily strife.
They look upon our mortal toil
and laugh without a sound.
Sometimes views from high above
keep feet upon the ground.
by Stud1
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Oh, wow, both so beautiful and evocative! You are both so talented. I look forward to your poems every week. Thank you so much x
ReplyDeleteLIKED both of them :)
ReplyDelete"Ive never seen an overweight bird"
ReplyDelete"Ive never known another sight
As watching a bird in flight
that conjures up feelings in me
of awkwardness and inadaquacy
All legs and toes, elbows and things
Forget squidgy arms
I want wings.
For, flying wistfully through the skies
Is far more appealing than my moving thighs