Category Archives: FLIGHT

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it. J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

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Up there
almost forever,
journeying from Europe to Africa
At equal elevation you pass eagles,
they scan the earth,
you never look down

 

 

Luke Fische

http://www.australianpoetry.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/Signs-made-by-Birds-review.pdf

Riches: A dream in the night. Fame: A gull floating on water.

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Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, 
Through it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit. 
Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-bye; 
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till you die. 
The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; 
You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide; 
And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan, 
Yet you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on. 
And somehow you’re sick of the highway, with its noise and its easy needs, 
And sometimes it leads to the desert, and the tongue swells out of the mouth, 
And you stagger blind to the mirage, to die in the mocking drought. 
And sometimes it leads to the mountain, to the light of the lone camp-fire, 
And you gnaw your belt in the anguish of hunger-goaded desire. 
And sometimes it leads to the Southland, to the swamp where the orchid glows, 
And you rave to your grave with the fever, and they rob the corpse for its clothes. 
And sometimes it leads to the Northland, and the scurvy softens your bones, 
And your flesh dints in like putty, and you spit out your teeth like stones. 
And sometimes it leads to a coral reef in the wash of a weedy sea, 
And you sit and stare at the empty glare where the gulls wait greedily. 
And sometimes it leads to an Arctic trail, and the snows where your torn feet freeze, 
And you whittle away the useless clay, and crawl on your hands and knees. 
Often it leads to the dead-pit; always it leads to pain; 
By the bones of your brothers ye know it, but oh, to follow you’re fain. 
By your bones they will follow behind you, till the ways of the world are made plain. 
Bid good-by to sweetheart, bid good-by to friend; 
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow to the end. 
Tarry not, and fear not, chosen of the true;
Lover of the Lone Trail, the Lone Trail waits for you. 

–ROBERT SERVICE, The Lone Trail, 1907

And Death that robbed me of delight Was but the radiant creature’s flight! Mary Emily Bradley

 

 

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THE LINE THAT FAILED ME

 

Kevin Gillam

almost like a flight of love,
how it thistles the lips,
all wings and anarchy

the attraction far beyond me
so jazz it up a bit more!
almost like a flight of love

I’m in it purely for its full outsourcing,
how it rim-shots around the mouth,
all wings and anarchy

spacing falls away too quickly
but that’s the nature of an easement,
almost like a flight of love

as I resist the journey,
it’s spiccato on the tongue,
wings and anarchy

but hey, I think it’s linear,
a bit too incumbent,
just wings and anarchy,
almost like a flight of love

http://www.australianpoetry.org/2013/03/26/western-australia/

 

 

 

“If a bachelor decides to cook and at the same time goes to climb the palm tree, if he does not fall from the palmtree, his food on the fire (stove) will get burnt.”

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“It seemed as he had been falling for years. Fly, a voice whispered in the darkness, but Bran did not know how to fly, so all he could do was fall.”

― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

― Samuel Beckett, Murphy

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PAMBULA NEAR EDEN

“In fact, I’ve essentially given up on the idea of flight altogether and accepted that I’m going to be an angel-blood who stays earthbound, a flightless bird, like an ostrich. Maybe, or in this weather, a penguin.”
― Cynthia Hand, Unearthly