Friday, 28 October 2011


I mount atop a rocket
bring a match to the fuse
it whistles to me then booms
my sky was set ablaze,
And I'm also weightless
and see the earth as lights
but wicked gravity wins
so hit the ground I do..

And through my gasps & blood
I remember how I saw
in the corner of my eye
the beat of an angel's wings,
Her visions are all I see
in my wasting feeble soul
so please don't take away
how I saw a beautiful world...


  1. A powerful and lovely, though lonely, poem. Thank you.

    Your prompt, sunset, comes up at OSI this Sunday, Oct. 30. Please send me a poem by tomorrow so I can post it to the home page.

  2. I can really relate to this. Thanks for sharing it!