‘Once Flew and Flown No More’ and Other Poetry by Zachary Dilks The Society February 15, 2017 Beauty, Humor, Poetry 4 Comments Once Flew and Flown No More Such heights I once had seen and gusts of winds that caught my caution Through clouds above a world I didn’t know And pressed towards horizons, body wrought with all exhaustion Soaring carelessly so far and long ago O’er ocean spray and hills of grey that met like ancient friends I’d watch them reminisce along the sands And from the heavens felt the first of rains the gods would send Falling down to earth in single silver strands But how the air grew thin and how the weather beat my wings The more I traveled up to fly among the stars I felt the awful sting of such a cold and callous wind And fell as what was once so close grew very far I crashed upon the land I knew would never be the same And laid to rest those tattered wings beside the shore Now last to feel the rain but always first to feel the pain And tell the tale how I once flew and flown no more Folding Water So fair is it a reason Come the warming of the season That we flee towards the sun with sons and daughters Like lords of all the land We build our castles in the sand And rule the kingdom on the shores of folding water Where noblemen and bards Will gather round the golden courtyard Spinning tales of legends fame from sightly fodder And the wretch that fowl our streets Will eat the droppings at our feet For man and beast all get to feast near folding water And come the setting of the sun They’ll hear the beating of our drums And from our rum we’ll be a sight that couldn’t be odder When morning cracks our eyes It all goes flowing with the tide And bid farewell until next time to folding water Gamblers I had a staring contest with a blind man by a candle-lit dinner I’m not calling him a cheat, but he said he’s the winner He proposed it a crime That I blinked the whole time Now we’ve both got money on who’s the bigger sinner Zachary Dilks is a writer currently residing just outside of Austin, Texas. A toolmaker by trade and a poet by heart, he began pursuing his passion for writing at age 17. Related Post ‘Passing of the Seasons’ and Other Poetry by Wan... Passing of the Seasons When snow has melted, chill has gone, and winter turns to spring, The tender buds grow on the branches where the robins sing.... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 4 Responses Dona Fox February 15, 2017 I’d almost forgotten how it felt to fly now I can forever remember. Thank you, Zachary Dilks! Lovely. Reply Zachary Dilks February 15, 2017 Thank you for that, Dona. I believe that a loss of innocence or naivety is something that we all face at one point or another in life and is something that I know I wish I could get back. As they say, ignorance is bliss. Reply Renee Faurie February 15, 2017 Congratulations Zachary! What great poems! Reply Thais February 16, 2017 Love all three. Great job. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.