Which two poems deserve your vote?

6 (20%)
Blinded by the Light
8 (26.7%)
To Day
5 (16.7%)
Through the Plane Window
7 (23.3%)
Across the Bay
4 (13.3%)

Total Members Voted: 13

Voting closed: October 15, 2013, 08:37:34 PM

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Offline 510bhan

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Voting Poetry #82
« on: October 08, 2013, 08:37:34 PM »
We have five poems for your consideration and you have two votes to determine the winner. Voting will last a week and so will close next Wednesday, October 16th 2013 in the  small hours [whenever the timer on the poll shows]. ;)

Happy voting everyone. Thank you. ;D


Through the plane window I see
a Golden Eagle keeping pace,
soaring effortlessly,
pinions twitching easily
and maintaining his balance
on invisible thermals.

While I fumble with joystick
and rudder pedals
to keep my glider airborne
in the lumpy sky
two thousand empty feet
above The Cairngorms.

He sees the ground below
and knows it's where I belong.
I know it too, but taste the sky,
feel the wind beneath fibreglass
wings, and know life will never
seem quite the same again.

Blinded by the Light

The last sight I had
Of my love, and my world
Was through a plane window
When a bomb went off.

Now I wander alone,
And trip over curbs.
But I'll never forget
Her laughing, smiling face.

To Day

I been up high
a few times,
never's much as
I would like,
seen a star shine
in the daylight,
bout a mile
above the misery-
the streets were mercantile
the people single file,
but in the stratosphere I
could breathe. Finally,
through the plane window
I can see tomorrow,
and for once not just believe.

Through the Plane Window

Delicious invocations splashed
across your sun dress on the tarmac,
should have dissolved my certain
resolve like powdered sugar on
cold sliced strawberries, and
long after the light fades I still
stare and only see my aging
face in a black background.

Across The Bay

A quick business hop
Cross the bay in a turbo-prop.
One flamed-out—couldn’t put it out.
My God, it brought its whirling to a halt.
And broke our frame on this winter’s chop.
Slipping under—faster than you can wonder,
To watch as one, the fishes swimming there,
as the cabin slowly drained all of its air.
Just across the bay in a turbo-prop,
it was only a quick business hop.