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Monday, July 21, 2008

Sonnet CCIII

If I had any superpower, I would fly
so noxious transportation would be thusly spurned
for more efficient travel of the soaring birds.
I’d fly away, up in azure of cloudless skies
without emitting toxic fumes from dirty pipes
of cars. The world would be a distant, far-off earth
because I’d be so high above, a human bird,
so graceful, tumbling, spinning, dancing in the sky.

But in the chilly winter, could I stand the cold?
I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t dare – I’m not that bold.

And thus, my crazy dreams of flying end right there.
I’d rather be wrapped up in comfy warmth than cold,
but birds, who fly and fly and fly to Mexico,
endure a massive trip for measly, humid air.

3 comments:

  1. i really like this one...might be reading into it a bit much but it speaks to me of dreams that people never realise because they're too scared? therefore it makes a beautiful metaphor.

    :) xxx

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  2. I never thought of it that way, but in a sense yes, sometimes we're too afraid of reaching our goals and dreams.

    And I'm thinking the reason why you like this one is that relates to the sky? Sky-as-a-kite? :)

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A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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