FLOATING FREE

FLOATING FREE

FLOATING FREE

Drifting high on a gentle breeze

and grazing the tops of lofty trees,

watching below, all the people move

but there’s nothing left, up here, to prove.

 

Floating higher and into the clouds,

the sultry silence so deafeningly loud.

Throbbing pulse of a beating heart

as atoms pull; trying to drift apart.

 

Looking down upon an ailing world

with colourful rags held high, unfurled.

Smoke and mirrors all flashing by

bringing tears to lost and lonely eyes.

 

Euphoric visions in vacuous veins

flowing free like the soft spring rains,

humming deep down into my mind,

eyes now seeing, that once were blind.

 

Gliding up high and above the world,

watching the oceans as breakers are hurled.

Nothing now left but a drifting mist

rising from a life so barely missed.

 

Rolling over in the thinning air,

not a single worry; not a single care.

Watching above me, the twinkling stars,

worlds of wonder viewed from afar.

 

Mingling now with heavens grace

with the warmth of the sun upon my face.

Comets soaring overhead,

tails of crimson burning fiery red.

 

Feeling at peace with all that there is,

my being blending with eternal bliss,

free of the mind and free of the form,

the dawn of life where worlds are born.

 

*

 

Feeling a saddening pull; a turning point,

something is wrong and out of joint.

Shimmering stars are fleeing from view

as the lonely earth draws me back from the blue.

 

The trip was so short and yet so profound

but now I’m falling back down to the ground.

Don’t want to go back, I don’t want to land,

I don’t want to walk on the sullied sand.

 

Falling back down through the curling clouds,

planes roaring by, their voices so loud

as they spew their poisons, thick and strong,

a trail of death and deception, so long.

 

Leave me up here, I don’t want to meet

the tearful pain down beneath my feet.

Drifting so low now, beneath the trees

where birds should fly and honey bees.

 

As my aching feet reluctantly touch

the dying ground, it’s all too much.

The tears well up and trace a path

along a frowning face that would much rather laugh.

 

Waiting for my wings to once again stretch,

to leave behind the sorrow that is etched

upon a weary mind that just wants to be free,

grazing the tops of the lofty trees.

 

 

 

Written by Darren Scanlon, 23rd June 2014.

Revised on 22nd June 2015.

©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

 

Darren Scanlon
Darren Scanlon was born in 1965 and still lives in Lancashire in the English Northwest.

A typical 'northern lad', his ‘tell it like it is’, sarcastic, tongue-in-cheek humour and writing style have earned him 5 Star Ratings on Amazon.

His poetry, which he has been writing since the age of 16, is published on many websites including Write Here and High On Poems where he has recieved great reviews:

"We at High On Poems are blessed to have found such a treasure as you in our midst. Your poetry is thought provoking and shakes one up. You obviously are a powerful wielder of words!"



His work to date includes:

Hey Up, Matron! His debut novel which is a laugh-out-loud, roller-coaster ride through a day in the life of a NHS hospital ward from the point of view of the long-suffering patients and based on his own real-life experiences.

Broken Angel and Broken Wings. The first two books into his gritty crime/gangster thriller Danny Roberts Series.

Positively Poetic Vol’s 1, 2, 3 & 4. Four volumes into his on-going poetry collections.

A Mouse’s Tale. An illustrated children’s novel, (based on one of his own poems of the same name).

Alphabet Zoo. An illustrated children’s educational ABC book.

He is currently working on his latest novel, book 3 of Danny Roberts thriller series.

Future projects include, Way Back When, which is a comical look at childhood and how things have change, (not necessarily for the better), between the ‘now’ and back in the 1970’s when he was a lad.

Also an illustrated children’s poetry collection and another illustrated ABC book.
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