flashback
flashback
for six days
the sky breathed
naturally
serenely blue
washed with dimpled sunshine
dappled clouds of long ago
whimsy on lazy wind
eye comfortable
content to be weather vanes
too soon
giant jets
score the atmosphere with carbon plumes
criss-crossing tic-tac-toe
skewed by schedules
and altitudes
heavy metal global bound
wounding glorious sunsets
like truculent children
scribbling on ancient canvases
peace denied
modernity re-defining
outscapes
and inscapes
airspace refugees dribble home
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Lynn Dye
Sun 9th May 2010 22:23
I really love this poem. This was the first I read when I joined this site last week, and has encouraged me to try new styles.