“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sunday, May 22, 2016
DaVinci DeCoded
My mind froze-muscle stuck
on the sleek he-lo cruising low
along the coast-line,
just over my head
instead
of interrupting-
cutting in
with bladed arms,
it was a welcome drum-roll.
And I could clearly see in-
side, which is precisely when
you can begin
to see its very ideas-drive
thoughts and
over-all direction-
lob-(oto)-bing
(me) atop up there
as I stare at it
With every intention
of taking me a-long...
Suspended, I was,
with my head
up in the clouds,
thinking a sinking feeling-
the theory is as true
as the sky is blue-
and we are all
just weighting.
Image via Wikimedia Commons, Leonardo Da Vinci-Helicopter.
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