Gazing Through Airplane's Pane
High above. The shepherd-less lonely
white sheep being blown by wind as her
cotton tail a wandering across the sky.
Peering down through
the uncontrolled clouds, I see
free-born valleys, knolls, and
Green foliages decorating the ground.
And the river- birch perches on the riverbank,
and being amused by bluebells dancing in the breeze!
Illusions of Immortal souls strung across the heavens
like miles and miles of twinkling stars
dancing on the Milky Way
signaling forget-not New Orleans'
bayous still with no mate.
Standing still- it feels- some thirty thousand
Feet above fields of cotton, creeping vines
strung with seedy black eyed watermellons, their
juicy sweet hearts ready to bursts like joy filled hearts
with happiness like mellon's black eyes for generations
Oh my, how poets images and perception
give such delight to a Brooklynite!
The huge plane tilts downward,
its long nose pushes aside the
gray and white clouds then, run
to meet the greeting runway.
Almedia Knight
July 2009
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
