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March 20 - Landing in Portland
by Jason WardellThe sky opens to forest and mountains,
river and green grass, flags unfurling and
struggling to catch the scant spring breeze.
The sights are the same, the lights different,
white buildings blossom by sidewalks unknown,
unfamiliar skylines, familiar goals.
And I vault the sky astride highway and field,
skip to a halt beside water and tree
and only by unguided wandering, am free.
03/21/2010 Author's Note: 3/20/2010 - like noon.
Posted on 03/21/2010
Copyright © 2024 Jason Wardell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/22/10 at 07:15 PM The kind of poem so rich in language and imagery that I really wish there was just one more line, you know? And then maybe a few dozen more. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 04/25/10 at 11:01 PM this is a great piece, fresh ideas and use of imagery and word associations...I love how it flows...a pleasure to read you, look forward to more...happy reading/writing...peace, jewels xo |
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