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{o}riginal poetry and public thoughts

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[m]y original poetry and public thoughts on the creative process. Feel free to share your thoughts on what you read here. -[w]ill

( Day #5)

I thought it was a dream
The night I learned I could fly
Floating just inches above pavement
Feet dangling; reaching for ground

I wasn’t unsteady or scared
But caught up in the beauty
The crisp spring evening air
Flowing over face like mist

Thinking back on the moment
I know it was reality
I know nature was with me
Welcoming me back from the dead

It knew my name
It knew my desires
It knew that I needed it
I needed to fly

So, tonight I go again
Fully aware of the gift
Eager to explore it
Longing to lift away

On street curb I perch
Inhale cold air deep
Eyes close soft
I step off

3 Responses to “Mist”

  1. Wonderful poem about the discovery of one’s inner power and gift. You did a great great job!

    Cendrine Marrouat

  2. great last line. I step off. Just wonderful. The act of flying… hmmm… is there a way you can incorporate that feeling into your word choices? dunno. But, just wonderful. -tmi

    thom

  3. @Cendrine, Thanks!

    @thom, Good point about word choices. I’m going to rework a few of these after the month is over and I think this is going to be one of them.

    Will

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