Fly away

Written with a little help from Bad Company's "Seagull"

 

 

Fly Away

 

 

“Seagull, you fly across the horizon”

Parallel dreams and sifted thoughts

on an amber thread, thin as the beliefs

once found as hope, now falling

beneath sorrowed wings, gliding

 

 

“Into the misty morning sun”

Through hazy eyes and broken hearts,

tarnished memories flow within this dawn

as you fade off in the distance,

soaring ever higher, disappearing into the east

 

 

“Nobody asks you where you are going”

Silence fills the maze that is your mind, leaving you

staring at dead ends and fractured turns,

as the realization that you didn’t matter

forms on clouds of whispering truths…no one cares

 

 

“Nobody knows where you're from”

 

And in the end, you are not sure yourself

from where you once came, a blotted image

on empty shorelines of tangle debris

which you easily have forgotten, as you as well will be

 

 

“And you fly away…”

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Written to the opening lyrics of Bad Company's "Seagull"

Reviews

[annie lee]

Sadly, I am music-ignorant. Used to love it, still love, but can't seem to make it convenient. Hubby took the cd player off the HDTV/stereo mumbo-jumbo so all the music I love languishes around in jewelry boxes. This was lovely.

[Jack...]

Jewelry box music...sounds like a poem to me. Thanks so very much my friend.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Once could be standing on a sea beach looking into the stunning horizon, reciting these words to the wind, how enthralling and delightful, a wonderful write here, Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much for your kind words.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

And in the end, you are not sure yourself
from where you once came, a blotted image
on empty shorelines of tangle debris
which you easily have forgotten, as you as well will be




“And you fly away…”

Whoaaa... Simply beautiful! Dramatic and sentimental. You put just enough dose of sadness here, Jack.. Neither little, nor overwhelming.. :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Blue. Seagull is one of my favorite songs even though I have always found it to be sad. I justed wanted to put in words how I see this song when I hear. Thanks again my friend.

[SarahLin]

Beautifully interwoven ....


Silence fills the maze that is your mind, leaving you
staring at dead ends and fractured turns,
as the realization that you didn’t matter
forms on clouds of whispering truths…no one cares

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Sarahlin. Your many visits to my world this day thrill me to no end.

[SarahLin]

My pleasure~

[kublakhan27]

I have this on vinyl ;) I love this concept of taking a piece of a song and infusing it with your own identity. I gotta try this sometime. Love the beliefs analogy in the first stanza. Sterling work Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. This is one of my all time favs. Everytime I perform somewhere (or used to) this was the song I would always end a set with. Gotta love Bad Company. Now, if I could only sing like Paul Rodgers. :)

[kublakhan27]

Haha if only we could all sing like him :)

[OTownPete]

A wonderfully flowing write Jack...fear not the albatross

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Pete

[Emerald Seas]

Hmm... Were you watching me from afar during my tumultuous times, oh say 18-24 months ago? Your poem has an easy flow that softens the blow of each line. It is sorrowful and full of despair yet, your words carry the reader on a higher plane so as not to get lost in the emotion.

[Jack...]

Could be...Thanks so much my friend.

[MsJewel]

Through hazy eyes and broken hearts,
tarnished memories flow within this dawn
as you fade off in the distance,
soaring ever higher, disappearing into the east
“Nobody asks you where you are going"- so beautiful Jack!

I love starting my day sitting on the beach as the sunrises watching the seagulls. Your poem gave me that same feeling of serenity.
:) Julie

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Julie.

[Rita L. Sev]

I like what you do with these pieces, Jack - you bring so much out of a song lyric, making it familiar yet new. A tug at the heart in your words.

[Jack...]

Thank you Rita

[TL Boehm]

thin as the beliefs

once found as hope,

in the words of my elder. You. Killed. This.
This poem speaks to my ragged soul this morning Jack in ways you could not imagine.
And in the end, you are not sure yourself

from where you once came, a blotted image

on empty shorelines of tangle debris

which you easily have forgotten, as you as well will be

except for the flight part. That's how I feel

Another stellar write from you.

[Jack...]

Thank you Tammy