Wings To The Firmament

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Image by Dreamy Art illustrating poem titled Wings To The Firmament by H. Hennenburg
Image by DreamyArt

Wings To The Firmament

Our first instinct is air
We are casualties of longing thereafter
Oscillating on currents
That paint us red
And conspire to wake our dormancy
Jostling and cajoling
Skyward blooms unfolding with majesty
All that holds us aloft
In a universe unremitting
We are want and unwitting
Wings to the firmament

© H. Hennenburg, 29 November 2019

For Bill and for bookmarks.  🛩️

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3 thoughts on “Wings To The Firmament”

  2. To the skies, we raise our wings. For the colour red conspires and inspires. How freeing!

  3. I love, love, love how the poem and the photo make such a wonderful use of red. The plane pops with such vibrancy, in the photo. And the coat of red spilled from longing are just as bright, taking emotions that my call for quiet… and turning them into song that grows into the heavens.

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