We fly,
Away from terra firma, windmilling and whirling
Seeing and hearing and imbibing so little
Of Earth’s splendor and shimmering
Glory tragically being lost, lost by the
Grungy grimy hand of
The Ones, the ones with the brains.
Lost in the Rush
24 Sunday Nov 2013
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A Day in the Brine 
I like your poems… They make me think of other dimensions, an unknown world totally different than mine. Yet I detect some tiny similarities… They are beautiful…
Thanks for your comment. I was moving from Earth, then back down into the forest primeval. Your poetry is also quite vivid and emotional. Sirfelion.
Thank you Sir.. I call them attempts, not yet poetry…
I remember replying to this. I do call them attempts, not really poetry yet…English is not my mother tongue, I have started writing this form in English for a few months only. I will get better!!! That is a promise…
Thanks for writing me back. Your English is getting better every day, it just takes time. English is a harder language to learn, I am told.
Sirfelion
Thank you writing back to me…I have known it for a long while now. Writing poetry is totally different than teaching it or speaking it every day.I am grateful for your encouraging comment.More thanks to you.
I do not find the right words for this, sorry for poor english, but it is very very strong, and I love it!
Thank you very much for your visit, comments and many likes on my two blogs.
Have a lovely weekend!
Thanks for your comment. Glad you loved it. And I have now visited your blog and commented. Sirfelion.
Planks of wood joined to form a bridge..written planks with this December bliss of snow that falls on my screen..makes the bridge more romantic..like a music not heard just felt..and the one who stands in the middle..doesn’t know where to go..back or forth.