Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Low Altitude Space-Glider” by: rob kistner © 11/5/24
Joy rises
over the earth today
as the thermals
‘neath my wings
lift them to soaring
it’s off into space
my dreams I’m exploring
lifting me aloft
in free floating flight
my spirit’s alive
in this sacred delight
left to my heart’s abandon
my destination random
I hear the earth’s whisper
the breeze’s sigh
they say
this is how it feels to fly
the soft sounds waft
lilting into the sky
I’m lifting
drifting
as high
and far
as thermals will permit
my searching soul
eager to submit
as I feel the winds
take me
soaring high
into a brilliant sky
leaving the clouds
far below
like ever rolling
pillow‘d snow
until all I hear
murmuring in my ear
is the voice
of the breeze
and the song
in my soul
watching the world
bend away
over the infinite horizon
I see life
from a new perspective
seeking clarity
my new-found objective
Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Child’s Flight’o’Fancy”
by: rob kistner © 11/5/24
my dream since a child
to soar the blue heaven’s wild
that my young prayer be heard
to fly like a bird
now is when
I at last begin
the revealing journey
far out and deep in
swept up
and away
in ever-climbing rise
ascending today
with wide open eyes
high above this world of ours
the tiny blue planet
among the vast stars
into low altitude
outer-space
a child’s smile
upon my face
silently upward
as joy rises
*
rob kistner © 2024
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I felt that rising joy as I read each line of your poem, Rob. These lines made me smile, and I love the rhythm and rhyme:
‘I hear the earth’s whisper
the breeze’s sigh
they say
this is how it feels to fly’.
I am pleased those lines resonated for you Kim! 😉 I have always longed to just spread my arms and lift weightless into an endless sky. When I was very young, I was able to actively manifest that feeling, lying on my bed, in the dark of night. It was absolutely exhilarating. 🙂 Haven’t been able to do it since my youth… 😐
You poem took me soaring. Nice!!!
Much love
Wonderful Gillena – much love to you my friend… 🙂
I am not feeling that joy today, Rob, but thank you for the reminder. It would be lovely to rise like that–and in joy. My heart did lift as I watched a vulture soar high this morning.
Merril, my friend — I wish you the weightlessness of just being… 🙂
I got high reading this one, Bro. Thanks.
Ya’ got high with a little help from your friend bro… 🙂
This sounds like such a wonderful dream… we have all wanted to fly, and nothing better is to soar like an eagle on thermals.
To be able to feel weightless, rising and gliding and soaring and sweeping above the earth — with only my stretched out arms (wings) to make it so… that would be such a remarkable feeling of freedom! 🙂
Feels like you are riding on the wings of a Golden Eagle as she floats on the updraft, Rob. Well done.
Thank you Dwight… 🙂
I absolutely love, love this Rob! The poem makes me feel as though I can fly!
Of course you can fly Sanaa, anyone can, just toss yourself from a building… it is learning to land without killing yourself — thats is the hard part… 😉
Utmost clarity, yes, and a different angle, or point of view…a soaring verse…inspiring thought, dreams win..
They say Trump looks better the further away you can get. I imagine lower altitude outer space might make the orange puff-dumplin’ look less disgusting, because you couldn’t see him. And perhaps one would not be able to hear his grating liars droaning. …we need such help Ain, and the patience of a saint to put up with this fool… 😐 🙁
AH YES … fly us to the moon, on gossamer wings, high above the turmoil, let us be childlike again … trusting in the future. I love your poem, Rob … especially the child image.
Thank you Helen… 🙂 when we are children, we believe people must certainly be good and that there is possibility in this world. Then we meet the likes of a Trumplacaurys.
A gorgeous and uplifting poem. I reallyenjoyed reading it.
Thank you Robbie… 🙂
What an uplifting poem, Rob! Your words sosr with joy.
Thank you Punam… 😉