A babe at the feet of Majesty,
Looks up to the sky seeing,
Only layers of chameleon clouds.
Now a giraffe, now a poodle,
An angel, a dragon, waves.
Sharp ears pick up the sound,
Of a jetplane going somewhere,
Overhead in a strait line, between
air and azure.
Who am i, just a flight into azure,
So easily awed.
FLIGHT INTO AZURE © gillena cox 2018
[image from Bing, fair use]
Poetics: Getting Personal
Prompted by Amaya to Write a poem that only your intended audience will get. Show them who you are, not who you want the world to see.
Revisit
6 June 2016
I like being easily awed.
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I love the conclusion, "who am I? Just a flight into azure." This is really nice, thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Lona
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“Just a flight into azure.” Delightful! A very uplifting read. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation MW
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So simple and charming :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation gg
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The flight into the azure is a wonderful thought
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Björn
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Just yesterday I laid my infant down to look up at the summer sky and so that glisten of pure joy in the eyes is fresh. I love that the best thoughts come "between air and azure." Thank you, Gillena, and I apologize for my delay in response.
ReplyDeleteAmaya, thanks for a lovely prompt, happy you dropped by to read mine
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