Teach Me How To Fly

[DieterM]

I am the lark
caught in an updraft,
carried high above volcanoes,
flapping helplessly
my wings of ice and fire
as wild flames of life
lick the shimmering air

I am the nightingale,
gliding songless over
gleaming enamel cities,
over oceans crushing
waves on opal strands,
into hapless sunsets
of unwritten poems

I am the hummingbird,
my meadow a highway,
my flowers unstopping whirs
of metal and plastic,
my rest an airhole
that sucks me downwards,
back to nows of asphalt concrete

[Bar22do]

It's hard to be a brave bird and not resist gravity... I think I love best the last S.

Thanks for sharing your poem, Dieter.