{"id":72721,"date":"2020-06-27T23:39:10","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T03:39:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=72721"},"modified":"2020-06-28T00:52:51","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T04:52:51","slug":"the-sky-beyond-the-clouds-hour-15","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/the-sky-beyond-the-clouds-hour-15\/","title":{"rendered":"THE SKY BEYOND THE CLOUDS – Hour 15"},"content":{"rendered":"

THE SKY BEYOND THE CLOUDS<\/span>
\n<\/span>for Jenica Pembroke<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

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Jenica said she\u2019d never been on a plane and it broke my heart<\/span><\/p>\n

I wanted to try and give her the pictures piece by piece<\/span><\/p>\n

watching out the porthole window as the ground fades away<\/span><\/p>\n

into a blue-green marble backdrop of our planet\u2019s body<\/span><\/p>\n

the illuminated curve, the clouds drifting beneath you<\/span><\/p>\n

like standing on the bow of a steamer ship as the mists waft off the water<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

then the sun sets and beneath the clouds<\/span><\/p>\n

all the wondrous caverns of treasure open to us<\/span><\/p>\n

the winding lighted streets and houses<\/span><\/p>\n

transformed into the richest undug mine<\/span><\/p>\n

brimming with gold, with silver, with diamonds<\/span><\/p>\n

sparkling beneath the metal wings of our impossible bird<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

no I was never scared, not even in turbulence<\/span><\/p>\n

saner men than I have risked their mortality for beauty<\/span><\/p>\n

cheating time the only high-minded dream of modern machinery<\/span><\/p>\n

the abstraction of our entire world a simple accident<\/span><\/p>\n

in the idiom of turning a bug into a feature<\/span><\/p>\n

a picture\u2019s worth eight hundred twenty-two more words than this<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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