Feeling Real Fine


I lift myself up,

up, up, up, and away,

flying higher than high,

and, somehow, it is done without

trampling on anyone. Yes, it is possible

to fly unaided. And, unbolstered by your

underpinnings, by your transient base of ashes,

I soar, on and on, soaring into infinity, everlasting and

feeling, at last, but not for the last time, just feeling – real fine!


Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019


Image by kandhal keshvala from Pixabay

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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