A poem
“but the soul celebrates around every bright bend and in each dark chasm”
This is a great line, and brings out the contrast nicely between the mind and soul.
The soul doesn’t want to rush like the mind.
“Haze” nice word for: life’s unknowns
Exactly! The soul is ok with some wandering. My mind…that’s a different story.
Of course I can’t necessarily find my mind or soul, but that’s for a different poem…
Yes, "rainbow of whites" and also "coins of water and a snaking river of fire".
Lovely imagery, Brian. I imagine flying through the sky and looking out the window of a plane and seeing all of this.
Thank you Nathan! It’s amazing how few windows stay open on airplanes…
Brian, I really enjoyed the ebb and flow of this poem.
Thanks!
I love the chiming of the sounds: haze, horizon emblazoned chasm
Lines that sang:
"speed does not bring clarity,"
"piercing the haze in a rainbow of whites"
"steppingstones, emblazoned"
"a snaking river of fire"
Melanie, thank you for the close read. Means a lot!
. . .the soul celebrates around every bright bend
and in each dark chasm. . .
.
In the liminal space of a flight--a new way of seeing. So beautiful, Brian.
I lived in Nashville for 7 years--is this the Cumberland River?
I don’t think so. This shot was getting closer to St. Louis. Thanks for being here!
Really nice poem, Brian. I like the image and the line "coins of water and a snaking river of fire."
Thank you Neil!
“Rainbow of white” - love it
“but the soul celebrates around every bright bend and in each dark chasm”
This is a great line, and brings out the contrast nicely between the mind and soul.
The soul doesn’t want to rush like the mind.
“Haze” nice word for: life’s unknowns
Exactly! The soul is ok with some wandering. My mind…that’s a different story.
Of course I can’t necessarily find my mind or soul, but that’s for a different poem…
Yes, "rainbow of whites" and also "coins of water and a snaking river of fire".
Lovely imagery, Brian. I imagine flying through the sky and looking out the window of a plane and seeing all of this.
Thank you Nathan! It’s amazing how few windows stay open on airplanes…
Brian, I really enjoyed the ebb and flow of this poem.
Thanks!
I love the chiming of the sounds: haze, horizon emblazoned chasm
Lines that sang:
"speed does not bring clarity,"
"piercing the haze in a rainbow of whites"
"steppingstones, emblazoned"
"a snaking river of fire"
Melanie, thank you for the close read. Means a lot!
. . .the soul celebrates around every bright bend
and in each dark chasm. . .
.
In the liminal space of a flight--a new way of seeing. So beautiful, Brian.
I lived in Nashville for 7 years--is this the Cumberland River?
I don’t think so. This shot was getting closer to St. Louis. Thanks for being here!
Really nice poem, Brian. I like the image and the line "coins of water and a snaking river of fire."
Thank you Neil!
“Rainbow of white” - love it
Thanks!