Soaring, roosting, perching

Above, in, on

Hospital peaks

City stretching

Inside Self

Fully contained

But the seagulls

Show hills

Disappearing mist

Blankets – clouds

Blue sky peeps

Monolith old

Religious relic

Dominates domiciles – weak

Hills wrap landscape

Steel giants

March endless


Gulls wings black – white


Eyes look

Me – glass cage

Concrete prison

Needles sharp

Machines bleep

Time stretched

Monotony beige

Thread-bare blanket

Yellow, Blue, Teal

Beyond flight

Trees puffed

Green, red luminous

Spring summer


Trapped, tagged


Seagulls, swallows

Night crisp air

Window ajar

My world

I am somehow there

This poem originoally appeared on my personal blog here.

Posted: Sunday, July 21st, 2013 @ 9:50 pm
Categories: Poems.
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