#WriteFree365 – Day 134: Learning to Fly

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(There have been a few rainy days recently.  Been in or near water really helps spark my creative thought.  I let Pink Floyd guide my words today.  Day 134…)

A soul in tension that’s learning to fly.  Condition grounded, but determined to try…

Falling hurts.
It’s tough to navigate unknown terrain that changes daily.
How high is too high?
How low is so low that my belly scrapes the ground
I wonder if new angels had this problem
Birds are born with wings, too
But even they hop along until they’re strong enough to carry themselves

Falling really hurts
Trying again when you are more hurt with each failure is real determination
I don’t wait for ideal conditions
Sunny days and light breezes
True aviators fly better in storms
They welcome turbulence and obstacles to test themselves against the elements

I get better at soaring
One flap at a time
Soon
The ground will be a place I visit
Not one I depend on for travel

#WriteFree365 – Day 32: Wish You Were Here

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(I begin the second month with a timeless record, digitally remastered a couple years ago.  Some of the best lyrics ever.  Let’s see what words February brings…)

Peace to The Floyd

Did you believe?
Did you believe walking alone would make your burdens any lighter?
That helping pressed on your shoulders to weigh you down?
Sometimes, we need a spotter to help exorcise demons.

Did they get you to trade your starlight for shadows?
Dreams for a puff of smoke?
Injection of…
Did they tell you of a vaccination for your spirit?
A spirit for your spirit…
How I wish…

I’ve tossed money into the well so many times
Hoping my soul backs the currency and the toll is paid for one last big of magic along the walls
The power that gets brushed against the brick when people ask for cars
Or more money
I just wish…

I unwrap from the magic carpet of a comforter
I touch my lamp
Hoping there’s one request left in the bulb
How I wish…

#WriteFree365 – Day 29: Comfortably Numb

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(This one will definitely turn into a full-length poem. I wrote this in three minutes. That was…too easy…)

Smile if you hear me…

I can’t feel it anymore
I don’t want to feel
Nights have sleep in them since your touch has been erased from my skin
The imprint of your smile had been fluffed out the pillow
I now just hold a pillow
Instead of the memory of us
As a pacifier for slumber
Then waking to the disappointment of your absence
Of my dreams lying
Again.