The Airman Poem by Garry Rowlands

The Airman

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His shapeless mass of flesh and bone
Stains with blood the ancient stone.
From a nearby tower, tall and strong,
He thought he'd fly, but he was wrong

The Airman
Monday, April 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: loss,reflection
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The world moves on because people have dreams and take chances. But they don't always work out
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Make Shift 03 April 2017

Nice rhymes...sounds like a beginning to a story...

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Garry Rowlands 03 April 2017

Or the end perhaps? Thank you for commenting.

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Jazib Kamalvi 04 April 2017

An airy start. Thanks

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Garry Rowlands 04 April 2017

Glad you liked it. Thank you for reading and commenting.

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Chinedu Dike 03 April 2017

An insightful piece of art beautifully penned. Thanks for sharing.

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Garry Rowlands 03 April 2017

Thank you for taking the time to comment. Someone certainly got it wrong. Hope not me.

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Tom Allport 03 April 2017

a thoughtful write of someone? who got it wrong! ................well penned.

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