“Flightless” - A Poem
What a common wish
It is
To fly
How many of us
Have gazed longingly
Toward the sky?
Watching birds
Flies
Moths and bees
Take to their wings and hover
Or soar beyond the trees
Just think
Somehow
The lowliest mosquito
Can feel the wind
In ways that
Neither of us
Will ever know
Even in our huge
Hollow
Metal tubes
We lack the freedom
Of flying
Like winged creatures do
Starting a streak is easy. Maintaining one is much harder. I read somewhere that it’s better to keep going and producing in whatever field you’re creatively engaged in rather than holding out for that one perfect piece that will feel “worthwhile”. I try to keep that in mind as I write (who knows which one of these I’ll look back on with pride or shame in a few years). With a little luck, a few of the poems I come up with might turn into songs one day. For now, they are what they are and that’s enough.
Peace.
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