With the Clouds, I'll Wipe it Clean

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Flight





Leonardo then drew it very well,

on ancient papers, so long ago,

As the feathered flying creatures,

in modeling their shapes, to show.




The Wright Brothers of Kitty Hawk,

and the astronauts of today,

Know the world of flying high,

as the birds in skies, do play.




In times of old, in attempts so bold,

to rise and meet the clouds,

To join the feathered brethren there,

in removing all the shrouds.




To kiss the sky, then to wipe away,

the tears of all fond regrets,

Using white clouds, in azure skies,

as the angels, to each, so lets.




To dip and glide in joys untold,

to spread my anxious wings, I must,

I'll reach the pillared mists, at last,

beyond the brilliant heights, to trust.




I'll greet the dawn in its reds and golds,

mixed on a canvas of beautiful hues,

Breathe in the finest breaths of airs,

as the mornings fog, so subdues.




It's then my voyage, so far exceeds,

a rocket ship's greatest of trips,

When I blast away to heaven's gates,

in escaping the earthly grips.




My brethren of the feathered kind,

will all to welcome my company,

As we share the space and to embrace,

the splendors that we each can see.




While stars to sparkle in night skies,

joined by the moon's silvery light,

A marvelous combination of each,

is this intrigue, the miracles of flight.





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Mklow1 4 years ago

Great poem. You put your thoughts down perfectly.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks, Mklow1, I'm glad you appreciated this and felt the spirit of flight in my work.


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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

Very real. Maybe it's the evening, but this poem came alive. Thank you (I hear you thinking, read it again tomorrow. Martin)


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tillsontitan 4 years ago from New York

What a lovely canvas you paint for us, soaring with the birds. I have to ask, is the artwork yours as well?

Voted up, awesome, and interesting.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks for the critique and appreciated..yep, the art is mine.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thank you Mhatter99,my friend, glad you enjoyed.


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BongSantos 4 years ago from Philippines

Your poem soars with your feathered friends, and reading it I joined in the flight. Lovely work


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thank you Bong, I was trying to convey my feelings about flying with the feathered friends and hope I succeeded.

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