Memories from 2015

The Morning I Left

The cold wind blows across the grass
Creating silver flickers in green, brown, yellow

Autumn colors left behind ... you.

Flashing lights on the runway,

Flying is fragile

Held up by faith, and machinery
And the wind's rough edge

I keep myself to myself
Making feelings last

Feeling every movement
Remembering every word

Blue green white and black
Outside my window

If we drop now
from this height I will die

I would like it but it is not today
Today river ocean town clover leaf

And road horizon where I am going

You won't be now where I am
where you are I can't be

I know, and still
I am there, lover, friend, self,

We are one.

Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-12-02 at 00:42

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
So beautiful. I do not know what to write. The last 5 lines are so poignant. Planes fly but sometimes hearts cannot settle.

nicely done.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this poem, Ashe. Sometimes, physical distance doesn't amount to much.

I love this poem. This is exactly the feelings I felt when I took off from Nepal for America. And I love the line Flying is fragile. It's like a little break, that in my mind signifies the sudden time stop before take off. A wonderful wonderful poem.

Dorsey Baker The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the feeling of this, it conforms to the feelings I've had while flying. It is a beautifully written poem. Your poem has depth of feeling, love it! thanks, Dorsey

Ivan R
Breathtakingly beautiful