I am starting a new body of work- which means that I have already started it and will close "The Unmentionables" soon. The new body of work will be entitled "In Silence". It is partly enspired by the fact that one day I ran out of things to write about I had noticed my topics become boring. I fell into a poetic silence. I searched inspiration and found an audiobook of Billy Collins' which I listened to promptly because I rather enjoy his literary style. He encountered a similair experience in his writting carrier to the one that I am in - so, I decided to take a few pointers from his work. "In Silence" is basically what I think of when I am surrounded by silence. It will be a collection of quiet calm maybe sad maybe happy moments. The blog will be filled with it and such and so forth. Art Galleries was the first of this new venture.
Here is a new one.
Airplane
There is something
So warming about
Watching airplanes
Fly overhead
The way the white stream
Slowly follows the plane
And passengers soaring
Soaring above us mortals
Stuck with our heads
Supported by our arms
Stuck in the grass
Like tent pegs.
The plane moves slowly
Or it seems that way
From such great distances
But really, the plane is speeding
Towards a horizon that we,
Down here, can never reach.
Once the plane goes over the horizon
We must find another flying machine
To watch drift across our little blue sky
Perhaps aliens in a flying sauce pan
Who has come to take you and I
Back home – at last.
© Liam Elliott 2007. All RIghts Reserved.
12.6.07
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1 comment:
bravo...
yet another poem that astounds me
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