Karmic Tango -2

My conversations with Ron Peat have sometimes taken form of poems and this one comes at the right time . Just when I was begining to be sucked inside a writer's block ...... Hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this in an airport lounge......



Yes you are right !
life takes off again
just when you thought
it was time to land.
Wings grow in that
fleeting kiss inside
the taramac's skin. 
We travel all the time
between two milestones-
nose to the grindstone;
wings to air.
silhouttes in the distance
are nothing 
but our own dreams
seeking arrivals
that are no more than 
a departure.
The board of night and days
becomes the shadow
beneath a tiny pawn 
just when 
you start building your castles.

Ezna Stephna
Excellent poem ! I love the airport imagery and the way of spending time writing poem ...... lesson for me from your poem because i sit and spend money talking to friends when im at airport ..... burning my last dollars . thanks for this lovely poem that taught me a good lesson. Superb

Jenny Gordon
Ah, the fun of this is partially contained in the enticing introduction! I like it very well. Wonderful imagery and delightful, almost eager chase of the thought down the runway as it takes off and flies in a discussion of this vain life. I love the imagery and metaphors. Awesome! Keep it up.

Sandra Martyres
A great poem for one on the verge of writer's block....a state that I am presently in.....The airport imagery is brilliant Niks.

Karin Anderson
I love the airport imagery and what a constructive way to spend time by writing a poem. It looks like your Karmic series is going to fly high in this new series and congratulations in breaking the writer's block. It has a beautiful flow and I now feel like I am flying~

Lynda Robson
Nice write Nik, writers block hits us all sometimes