++grounded++

i cannot levitate anymore
the way that i used to

i would glide all around the house
silent and without effort

sometimes i would surprise friends
hovering outside dining room windows

there was revenge against the pigeons
served up warm after too much fiber

good views were abundant floating high
over concerts and overcrowded events

i often rescued mrs. johnson's orange cat
from the top of the the big oak tree

i never abused this talent of mine
by thievery or peeping at mr. callahan's daughter

my method of transportation was green as
my travels created no significant emissions

so the hampering of this ability was
unexpected and disconcerting at least

perhaps a matter of over encumbrance?
now i sit here naked on crooked floorboards

my eyes closed tight and face pinched
in rapt concentration

still i remain earthbound and confounded
and sad and and bewildered because

i cannot levitate anymore
the way that i used to

Reviews

[Crowley]

How cool would that be....ever since I heard that if you were invisible you would be blind, I now think that levitating may be much better. This was an odd and awesome write...the way it was written was with a seriousness that made the outcome very sad, and the encumberance line was good. Loved RTay Bradbury style feeling to this. Good job.

[JimmyFlux]

Sorrowful in its disillusioning, yet warm and humbling.
Way to prove a point to those pigeons.
Fine work.

[Key The bard]

The seriousness of the writing makes the ending all the more sad. It reminds me of the feeling you get when you wake up from a dream. Very emotive in its simplicity. Thank you for writing this.

[Samuel Dickens]

I know how you feel, man. Nearly all of my good stuff has malfunctioned.

[Droll Prole]

Cute! But sad too, I wish I could levitate.

[Robin]

the matters of specific gravity

[Desert Dreamer]

Very dreamlike, this image of levitation...maybe you need to close your eyes and relax, the dreams or meditation or imagination (whatever the source of this levitation power) will return. Levitation never works when you will it to, only when you relax and let it happen on its own. This is great!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

I spy with my two huge eyes the center of the metaphor unfurled beyond the apparent arena of flights and fancy and fancy and flights~~ or maybe I'm just deliciously insane these days~

[An owl on the moon]

I found myself wondering of the then.. of the now.. of what happened in between.. if you could recapture your essence once more.. Made me feel as if there is so much more to your profound story..

[WatashLegend]

This write is a wonderful journey through the mind leaving no zig or zag untouched. This poem is "grounded" in all of its humbleness and mortality.

[M]

What a beautiful, and strange composition! To me, this captures a sort of longing for youthful innocence that makes it eerily familiar, almost as though a whimsical dream or child-like vision used to mean more than the "reality" one becomes subjected to over time.. and now there's no way of getting back to that place. It's not the same because you're not the same. I love it!