Skywriting

By lupus tenebrae

Are my ears aware of answers,
quick and nimble autumn dancers?
If I trace my finger will you
read my every single line?

With my mind so transcendental
and my soul as sentimental,
rubbernecking wildly, a
search for writing in the sky.

Sorry, is my accent rubbish?
Oops, forgot to dot the “I”.
I just hope you watch me, squirming
helplessly to match goodbyes.

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Published on Monday, January 30, 2012. Filed under: "Non-Fiction" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

*Repost* Basically, I'm only posting a few select pieces, maybe a new one in the future, how far off is hard to tell.

Comments on "Skywriting"

A former member wrote: He's there, formed in clouds that shift and shapen in and out of view. Imagine now what poetry he knows. Imagine now that his journey begins anew. What i would not give to look through his ghosted mind. Wish i'd have known him like you did.
A former member wrote: You make writing look so easy, and you make it rhyme, I really like this one.
On Monday, August 19, 2013, Void Vortex (298) wrote:

Great piece! It has a nice flow, the rubberneck part had me chuckling though.
A former member wrote: Raw indeed. The last line struck another nerve. I've both played this situation and been the receiver. The humorous lift at forgetting to dot the eye plucked a chord and the last sang it straight home.
A former member wrote: Haha.. I Liked That.. That Shit Was Raw..
On Friday, October 12, 2012, Alchemist (679) wrote:

I like the idea that we all call ourselves "I" but are we worthy of that title.
On Thursday, March 15, 2012, blue (1409) wrote:

well.....there are poems that all can relate to, there are those that few can relate to, then....there are those divine gems that seem to speak directly to ones self, as if the very words were writ upon the soul, an instant and undeniable blood-knowing...... you have, without even knowing, perhaps hoping so, placed your art so deeply within me here... I am somewhere.....within all emotion, equally, and utterly slain......... bravo! bravo! ,,,,how few can truly reach me........, you have. ~b
On Tuesday, January 31, 2012, With love_Crow (82) wrote:

I love the flow of words. The smooth transitions and simplistic imagery leave much for the imagination. A great read.
On Monday, January 30, 2012, dwells (4177) wrote:

I see lots of this, as well as banner planes, along the beach. Advertising stuff like happy hour, ladies drink free, at XYZ Club, South Beach. Back to the poem: rubbernecking takes me back a while (my ex-father-in-law). Your accent is fine mi amigo, y no seas un estranjero. Cheers Wolfie!