Floating through an endless sky
above a shifting desert
a craft built from scraps of dreams
darts ahead of a mad storm.
With haul full of memories,
malleable in the weather,
this dirigible makes way
to the woods on the mountains.
Where raging winds from the waste
dissipate into breezes
that play leaves of the beeches
calling to ships that wander.
This lighter than air vessel
with its own tamed storm engine
fights wild currents to escape
the cold lifeless desert’s void.
Jared
This is my favorite one yet. I hope to see them keep coming.
Jackie
Comment by Jackie — March 17, 2010 @ 7:51 pm
this is a great poem man. keep it up!
-drew
Comment by Andrew — March 21, 2010 @ 4:33 am
^ My favorite too. I really like the style you seem to be developing as of late.
Comment by Hanna — March 23, 2010 @ 12:48 am