Poetic Tides Through Time

Night Flight

Flying along, not equipped,
quick, as the Jetsons in their small bubble ship.
Alone, no jet pack hiding,
without any external device. Gliding
effortlessly on the wind,
hovering above small town I aged in
Soaring over shops, I roam
toward the streets, sailing lived path to my home.
Pleasing panoramic scene,
is a free floating, wistful melodic dream.


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Entry: April 14, 2017
Prompt: Superpower
For: Dew Drop Inn Poetry Workshop
Form: Silva de consonantes poem, stanzaic couplets,
any number; alternating syllabic lines; rhymed.
Syllabic Pattern: 7-11 7-11 7-11 7-11 7-11 etc.
Rhyme Pattern: Consonant full rhyme: aabbccdd,etc.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost