"One ought, everyday at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture and speak a few reasonable words." --Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Ocean Air

In honor of my 100th post, I'm going to break the quoting-other-people mold and wax poetic for a minute. I wrote the following poem because I looked up into the sky one day and saw an airplane that looked like a whale at first glance. It got me thinking about how the sky looked like the ocean and what can I say? The thought inspired me. I know it's totally amateur, but I hope you enjoy it.

Ocean Air
Gaze up to a sea of delicate blue
That billows and swells to horizon.
White froth floats by
On the breath of a sigh
The current stirs among the blades.

Is that a creature that floats on the breeze?
It drifts as if suspended by string.
A slow, gentle giant
With bountiful eye
That shines amid glint of the light.

What is this liquid that blows in my hair;
The tempest that tears at my clothes?
What is the flood
That streams from above
And swells and crests at my feet?

It is the air of the ocean deep;
The tears of innumerable stars.
The wind that blows by,
The aircraft that fly
And the showers that break on the sand.
--Melissa McGowan

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