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What Was Meant to Fly, Has Flown

Contributed by enigma on Thursday, 2nd February 2006 @ 07:39:35 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



What Was Meant to Fly Has Flown


Tell me,
has gold become tin,
or,
is tin become gold,
or
was the metal but a thought,
an illusion,
who's reality was merely straw and wood,
who's value could be defined as just so much kindling?
Perception is so fickle,
so capricious,
vacillating as the whim blows.
Still,
there is a difference,
a very definite change,
perhaps as grand as metamorphosis,
a cathartic transformation,
perhaps as insubstantial as a chameleonic adjustment,
a little too much sun.
. . .
The intermingling of fumes and smoke,
still cloud the senses...
fire and ash are yet pulsating,
a golden orange and black rendering of fading warmth...
a conclusion making its presence known...
. . .
For the spirit to soar
their must be a rendering...
catharsis has a life,
a purpose,
only when impurities spoil...
for both the grackle and the eagle,
defecation and the initiation of flight
share a common moment...
. . .
come the morrow,
only a soft, powdery ash can be seen...
what was meant to fly,
has flown...
it matters little what was perceived...
be it tin or gold or straw or wood,
what was,
is no more...
a portion remains gravity's slave,
the balance,
soars.


rko
october twenty-sixth, two thousand five




Copyright © enigma ... [ 2006-02-02 07:39:35]
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Re: What Was Meant to Fly, Has Flown (User Rating: 1 )
by Nazmythian on Thursday, 2nd February 2006 @ 02:16:32 PM AEST
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Ron, for you to say I "have admirable command of the language" ... and that you are "a bit green" reaches me as praise of the highest order. I am moved by much of the imagery here and praise BlueGusto's choice to spotlight your words. There are a great many number of "power chords" here ... but I must say I found the closing lines to be what will remain at the forefront of my mind ...

"what was,
is no more...
a portion remains gravity's slave,
the balance,
soars."

Your words defy gravity and you sir, soar with them.

Nazzy ~


Re: What Was Meant to Fly, Has Flown (User Rating: 1 )
by Willofree on Friday, 3rd February 2006 @ 11:45:28 AM AEST
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This is a very impressive write. It triggered some immediate thoughts in my mind. One was the thought what what is, and what is was....what will be is influenced both by what is and what was...Everything passes through our momentary perception or reality, some to stay and some to dissipate.

Excellant poem!

Will


Re: What Was Meant to Fly, Has Flown (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Sunday, 5th February 2006 @ 10:55:07 PM AEST
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I'm sitting here wondering if everyone who reads this will feel their heart sink when they arrive at this line:

a conclusion making its presence known...

Mine did. You so expertly walked the reader up to that line, Ron... I doubled back after concluding the read to take a closer look at how you managed to do that. I have to tell you, I'm terribly impressed with your skill here. I've read this now at least five times... finding it more and more impressive for each read.

I absolutely concur with the others... this is unique and exact and quite excellent! And the ending... geesh!... THAT is quite something!!!!

~Snemmy


Re: What Was Meant to Fly, Has Flown (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Saturday, 31st March 2007 @ 11:38:26 PM AEST
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A much more satistying read of flight than I have attempted.Done with brilliance of the english language and passion to explain an unexplainable wonder of the sky.I bow to the excellance of your write.




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