Thoughts from a Body Mid-Flight

[The Rider]

Cushioned on warm wings I fly
On more than a breath that still takes mine
Back arched, arms out, eyes open wide,
I do know how, but still not why
Now what I say attests to time:
It's not God's grace that lifts me high

But something.

Something much more explosive.





Comments? Criticism?
Cheers
- Rider

[jon1jt]

I really enjoyed the way you casually leaped over the god principle and let it go out for interpretation. It's simple and smooth, expansive in its own gentle way. Just be careful writing poems that are cheery---which isn't a bad thing, but they tend to fall flat, like all those traumatic poems that people were churning out after Sylvia Plath's death. Anyway, nice poem, rider.

[PrinceMyshkin]

There is something wonderfully clean and strong about these lines in particular:



Now what I say attests to time:
It's not God's grace that lifts me high

But something.

Something much more explosive.

[The Rider]

Thanks both of you for the comments!