Firiel Posted August 12, 2007 Share Posted August 12, 2007 I wrote this poem instead of listening in my American Lit class one day. **** Wind rushing past me. I hear nothing but its fury as I plummet downwards. I feel The white sun warming my back My hair blowing in the wind My stomach doing acrobatics No fear, no joy, only knowledge. I see The white clouds, still obscuring the earth Clear blue sky, pure beauty A flock of birds The heavens I pass through the mist, The world opens up before me. Lakes, fields, cities Becoming larger, clearer. I see all. The ground approaches quickly. Time For one last thought. … ***** Any thoughts on it would be great. Like, how well (or poorly) does it flow? And does it even make any sense? What emotions does it evoke upon first reading it? Just that kind of thing. Link to comment
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