| My skywoosh wings fladoopertwist through the shimmerating mist of unsound silence, muted sighs |  |
| I spy with my Captain’s eyes something beginning with s Guess! Why guess? It’s sky It's always sky I'm not playing I am saying... My skywoosh wings fladoopertwist through the shimmerating mist of unsound silence, muted sighs I spy with my Captain’s eyes Something beginning with b See? It's bird! Bird is the only word that it can be! I really do not want to play I know exactly what you'll say for I am... phonetical, poetical, linguistical and literal, grammatical and rhythmical, whimsical and wonderful. A... paradoxically theatrical, skywoosh So hush as we fly through foggly skies But now I spy with my Captain’s eyes Something beginning with... I'm not listening I'm not looking My eyes are closed I will not see a thing that is in front of me My ears are blocked, I’ll hear no sound until we land upon the ground a cl! I will not guess, it’s always cloud I'll drown your voice with lyrics loud BUT IT'S A CL… My skywoosh wings fladoopertwist through the shimmerating mist of unsound silence, muted sighs. On and on and on I flies. I whool and swool in streamly trops then trimbulate with ambulous flops I shloppersides the peripeeks that shibber and chidder with glibberty gl… IT’S A CLIFF! eeks! Poem ©2013 Maureen Lynas Image ©2013 John Shelley |
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