Swinging White, Swinging Blue

Written in May, 2007... It has nothing to do with a swing-set.

 Is it possible to swing high enough to reach the sky?

To fly so high that nothing touches you?

Nothing soils you...

All you have is the white and the light pulling you through time.

Is it possible to swing to the sky?

 

I’ve fallen to the sea,

and drowned in the blue.

Always alone and helpless there.

It’s easy to forget that the sky exists.

 

But then I’m thrown again,

and the next thing I know I’m swinging high once more…

Oh if only I could swing to the sky…

Reviews

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vague and confusing but i feel pain. that is what all good poets want people to feel in their writing