- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Friendship in the Age of GPS
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Soaring across a blue, cottony-cloud-puffed sky,
On sharp frequencies of love’s urgency,
Detecting every blip of your tears and sighs,
I adjust my radar to spaces where you breathe.
To fulfill my mission of placating your mind,
I zoom with élan beyond the speed of sound,
Leaving my world-weary specter behind,
Celestial wings poised to sweep you off desolate ground.
And if you dare to rise above goslings and the damned,
Escaping their desperate clutches of despair,
Then cling faithfully to these gossamer strands
For enchanted flight meant for us to share.
- COMMENTS
foehn2over 16 years agoI finally couldn't figure out what "gossamer strands" were, but it finally didn't matter. Everything else fit in nicely and made sense. The language was fresh, the rhythm fluid and interesting. The meter seemed to oscillate between hexameter and pentameter randomly, but I had the feeling you knew what you were doing. This powerful little poem had a Whitmanesque quality about it, even while employing rhyme and near-rhyme. Thanks for the pleasure.
