Chasing the Raptor
The ghostly shadow soars in
an exhilarated flight;
forbidden in life; bequeathed through the veil;
Memories burned away like a nebula's fiery light;
Rising from the earth; to the clouds I inhale.
forbidden in life; bequeathed through the veil;
Memories burned away like a nebula's fiery light;
Rising from the earth; to the clouds I inhale.
Once only strife where life
should have been;
Destiny fulfilled during sunset at the harbor.
I'll smile for awhile; an electricity upon my skin.
Soaring through the mists, chasing the raptor.
Destiny fulfilled during sunset at the harbor.
I'll smile for awhile; an electricity upon my skin.
Soaring through the mists, chasing the raptor.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a
published poet from Oklahoma. He has
written for many years and recently started submitting his poems for
publication. Ken enjoys spending time
with his cats, Merlin and Willa. Some of
his published work can be viewed at: http://electricinthesun.blogspot.com/ Email:kadfield@gmail.com
Ken, thank you for the delightful poem. I especially liked the personification in the line, "Memories burned away like a nebula's fiery light;"
ReplyDeleteI so appreciate your wonderful comments Charlene and thank your for enjoying my poem...
Deletelove this imaginative piece
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DeleteNice poem, Ken. Nicely written and descriptive. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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Thank you so much Maurice, I truly appreciate your comments. Blessings to you and yours....
ReplyDeleteGreat flow and imagery and taunting dreams of flying this mysterious fighter. Robert Hewett Sr.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for enjoying my "dreams of flight" piece. Ken Allan Dronsfield
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