Thursday, September 11, 2014

Poem about Philippe Peite By Fathia

     The entire time I wrote this poem I just thought about what it would be like in his shoes. All the thoughts and emotions that he must have been feeling, and thinking about. I titled my poem Walking on Air, because I think that’s what the people below would have thought. It’s not every day that you get to see a person on the high wire.

Walking on Air

Thousands of feet
Above ground
Nothing in sight
Bu the gleaming building
Obstructed by floating clouds     But
Oh how beautiful it is!
Nothing has felt as
Right as this
The simplicity
The elegance
This is what dreams are made of.

The clouds are drifting away
Close enough to touch
Perhaps I should move along
The bird’s eye     Glaring
down at me
Never would I imagine
Walking across the sky
Fear is nothing
But a lack of knowledge.

It seems impossible
This task at hand
I wonder
What those below thought
It must have been beautiful
To watch
The man
Walking on air.
What a memorable day
That August day
Dream big      Because
Dreams are essential.

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