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Feather Light and Float
by Alison McKenzieI, the last breath escaping,
Soar to eternity’s bliss
On faerie wings of dragon myth.
I, once grounded here by lover’s grasp,
Slip away to spectre,
Invisible to men.
I, goslings grown and going
Catch a chimed wind,
A southerly flow to freedom.
I, feather light and float,
Whisper distant poetry
On the shores of immortal.
03/02/2009 Posted on 03/02/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/02/09 at 09:26 PM ...ali, may be a pronouncement, rather a bon voyage as you turn into Light, like Rumi says and burn, your words are so drenchingly carryable, weighty but of essence, i see you "writing" away into the ephemery...in English, 'you're [unknowingly] awaiting discovery. don't forget us lil' peeps. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/02/09 at 09:59 PM Lovely, just lovely- loved the last atanza. Excellent write as usual |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/03/09 at 12:16 AM Ah yes, what were words "Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose." Good write and good luck. |
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