Saturday June 20th, 2009

The exercise:

In celebration of his 70th birthday, my Dad decided to go sky diving today. For the first time in his life.

His reaction? "I don't know why I waited seventy years to do that!"

That's my Dad. Couldn't be more proud.

This week's four line poem topic: sky diving. I've gone twice myself and I highly recommend it to anyone that has not given it a go.


Leaping from a perfectly good plane
Is more than just a little insane;
But I must confess with a slight blush
That it gives you one hell of a rush.


Greg said...

I've not gone skydiving (so far), but it's something I would like to do. I've been scuba-diving a few times though, got some qualifications, and that's also fantastic. No rush of air and the oncoming ground, but the peace and tranquility under the ocean has to experienced to be believed.

Sky diving

I feel I've lived my whole life now in Limbo
Waiting for this moment in the air
When all the people down below are watching me
And I numbly wonder why the hell they're there

I'm in free-fall now
Falling like a feather from the sky
Falling like a stone
That peaked, from being thrown
In free-fall, learning how to fly

The rushing air is like the wings of angels
Bearing me away from all this pain
I don't know where I'm going, but then I never did
But I know that I'm not going back again

Marc said...

I am quite intrigued by the idea of scuba diving. I think if I ever get around to learning how to swim I'll have to give it a shot :)

I looooove that middle stanza. Particularly this bit:

"Falling like a stone
That peaked, from being thrown"