Soaring

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Nov 04, 2016

Once again my mind takes flight. Looking at all there is to see. Wandering through different times and realities. Following things as perhaps they might be.
Different story lines as far
as any mind's eye can see. Dizzying vistas unfathomable to me, fit for only the creator to see.
Different stories of me float by.
Retreating back to whence I came. Back, nauseous from the flight so unsettling the experience be. 
Realizing though how finite our vision with the limited vista that we can see.
Carefully should we truly be with the "truths" as fact expounded in our limited finite reality.

 

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Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 18, 2017 at 4:19pm
Mind boggling when you let it wander.....don't wander too far though..you mightn't come back!....think about that one...hahaha....love your thoughts though...
Jazz Force commented on Dec 10, 2017 at 5:29pm
"Once again my mind takes flight" -another cliche.. Yes I know what it means. Take classes.
Jazz Force commented on Dec 11, 2017 at 4:18pm
dizzying vistas? fit for only 'the creator' to see? come on, you can do better than this!!
John Prophet commented on Dec 11, 2017 at 5:41pm
Hi Fluffy Those lines you quoted are classics. Clearly you’re just a troll. My genious clearly is not understood by you. JG
Jazz Force commented on Dec 17, 2017 at 5:15am
"Master of Cliches.. "
Jazz Force commented on Dec 21, 2017 at 8:55pm
Minds don't "take flight". Birds & planes do.. You'll have to do better than that for me to learn something.. 😏
Jazz Force commented on Dec 21, 2017 at 8:55pm
Minds don't "take flight". Birds & planes do.. You'll have to do better than that for me to learn something.. 😏
Jazz Force commented on Dec 29, 2017 at 8:13pm
Genius. That's the correct spelling. BTW: Happy New Year! from Fluff
Christopher Russon commented on Mar 16, 2018 at 3:08pm
Really well written poem.it is amazing how the mind wonders and takes to flight. My mind goes back in time.

 

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