”Poppies fuel the flight of dreams” — John Keats
tosses my hair
brushes soft my cheek
flutters my dress
hope gently stirs
a promising breeze
blackspot fragrant
begins to freshen
headily potent
it wafts
and builds
gathers strength
heartbeat quickens
anticipation
spirals anew
the building currents
fill flush my wings
then
an urgent lurch
as the moment arrives
my wings fill
then billow out
sculpted taut
caught full
by this mounting gust
it lifts with grace
rises with purpose
carrying me gently aloft
into a sky of dreams
I grip firm
with deft hands
then
with crystalline eye
I guide my crimson
sendal wedge
safely airborne
sailing upwardly loosed
untethered
of earth’s constraints
further
faster
ever higher I ascend
I can see
for miles
and miles
far as
the fires
of the future
close as
the frozen
furthermores
my visions
carried skyward
on sweetest drafts
empowered
by bolstering
winds of fair fortune
this day my silken span
has taken flight
boldly aloft
into the clear bright sky
with an uplifting wind
my craft
of red red wings
— fragile as a fantasy
soars strong
and steady
a sudden gust
I am jostled
but my nimble grasp
keeps my scarlet glider
on the rise
ever skyward
should winds
like fortune
turn
and the sky grow still
my silken wings
in the faces of fate
will falter
weather
like life
makes no guarantee
but such is the thrill
and wild abandon
of soaring
*
rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
Rob, I like these soaring wings, “my wings fill
then billow out
sculpted taut”, and off she went. When cruising I generally enter the paper airplane flying contests as my planes fly well. I’ve come close most times but have only for one cruise been champ .
Your lady flies well.
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Pilot Jim — sounds cool my friend… 🙂
A wonderful combination of images and words ~~ I want soar just like this. Lead the way, kind Sir.
OK Helen… here we go — up, up, and… 😉
Love how you carried us on this flight ????
Glad you enjoyed it Angela… 🙂
Such a beautiful joining of words and images. I too want to soar, feel its freedom.
Thank you Susie…:)
Let us soar!
… above the rooftops to the stars! 🙂
Your poem truly soars Rob and the last line is heavenly my friend!
Thank you Carrie… 🙂
Love this flight of fancy, Rob.
Thank you Sara… 🙂