Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Rob Schackne #785 - "Eight miles high" (for Stu Rawlinson)


                        for Stu Rawlinson

 Eight miles high
nearly five thousand miles
precision & accuracy
I recognised almost nothing
is it a red thread poem
no immediate danger
the smell was incredible
she saw me I saw her
it was a carpenter’s dream
furtive with an obvious lean
that everyone could see
is it an engineering poem
one slowly disappears
what reason to be bitter
unreported for years
& left with faculties intact

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  1. Kit KelenOctober 17, 2018 at 9:42 AM

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  2. Kit KelenOctober 17, 2018 at 9:43 AM


    And when you touch down
    You'll find that it's stranger than known
    Signs in the street
    That say where you're going
    Are somewhere just being their own

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  3. AnonymousOctober 18, 2018 at 7:49 AM

    Fantastic Rob :)

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