Tuesday, October 23, 2007

A Moving Viewpoint

[a poem inspired by the Weekend Wordsmith prompt, View]


A Moving Viewpoint


The view from below is gray,
damp and drizzly,
the atmosphere telling us
to go back to the house,
stoke the fire,
and snuggle in until the weather is better.

The view from inside is plastic,
well-lit and unchanging,
the loudspeakers telling us
that dog teams are on duty today,
and that liquids and gels
are restricted in our carry-on bags.

The view from above is bright,
the unhindered sun shining,
the brilliance telling us
to keep sailing
over the billows of
the white cotton horizon.


2 comments:

Miss said...

Michele sent me to your site today, to read this poem, which I missed when I was linking your other to CW.

I love the way you write. Gentle words, but vivid images and firm thoughts.

Also, I've given you a "treat" in my blog. Hope you don't mind.

-- MissMeliss

sister AE said...

Thanks, MissMeliss. I'm tickled and will reply on your site.