On Flying Out of Portland at Night

A Poem By Caleb // 10/24/2017

My forefathers didn’t ever see
This golden carpet, bright unfurled,
The pictures in its tapestry
The lights and lives of the moving world.

Other beauty to them was given,
Though our joys are one it seems,
For this delight that I am living
Was woven from their dreams.

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Often times I think of beauty

Often times I think of beauty and the picturesque in terms of the old world of fairy tales, myths, and medieval romances -- of ivy covered castle walls and tapestries seen by candle-light .

But a beautiful sight that was never seen in olden times was the modern city viewed from an airplane. I wrote this after seeing my city of Portland, Oregon from the air.

Caleb | Tue, 10/24/2017

And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
~P.G. Wodehouse

Welcome to ApricotPie! James

Welcome to ApricotPie! James has told me about your writing abilities, so I'm pleased that you've joined. :)

This is lovely. I've only had the pleasure of seeing Portland from its streets, but I can easily imagine how beautiful it must be from a plane.

I look forward to seeing more of your works.

Damaris Ann | Wed, 10/25/2017

My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭55:8-9‬

Welcome! Your poetry was very

Welcome!
Your poetry was very beautifully done. I'm looking forward to seeing more from you.

Libby | Wed, 10/25/2017

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!” -- John Piper

Welcome to Apricot Pie! I hope you enjoy your stay!

Your poetry has such a refined finish to it that I feel as though you spent hours on this. For that feeling it gave me I will certainly commend you. I can't wait to see more of it all over this site!
Welcome again!

Madalyn Clare | Wed, 10/25/2017

"To live is to love with the passion of a thousand stars. To love is to live despite the pain of a thousand scars. Anything in between is a passing shadow." ~Michael Joseph Murano

There's a lot in this!

Caleb, with simply two stanzas, you've captured a sense of awe, beauty, and profound wonder that spans generations, centuries, and perhaps even millenia.

I'm picturing what it was like for the pioneers to cross the never-ending prairies, and then come to the rugged terrain of the west, and the impossibly imposing rocky mountains, more desert, and then the cascades and finally the well-watered lands of Oregon and Washington, seeing all these wonders... the beauty all the more precious because of the hardships they endured for their dreams.

For this delight that I am living
Was woven from their dreams.

And before that, going back in time, are the generation that founded our country, and the pilgrims who sailed here, and as you mentioned in your own comment those who lived in the middle ages, and on and on back through time, many who often wished to fly but could not, but still lived and built, driven by their dreams.

Beautiful! Thank you for writing and sharing this!

James | Wed, 10/25/2017

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"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

Thanks

Thanks Damaris, I'll strive to vindicate any good word James put in for me :)

Caleb | Sun, 11/05/2017

And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
~P.G. Wodehouse

Thank you

Thank you for the welcome Libby.

Caleb | Sun, 11/05/2017

And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
~P.G. Wodehouse

Thanks, Madalyn Clare

I think one reason to try for a "refined finish" is to invite others to engage with our thoughts.

Not that having good word choice, rhythm or rhymes means that a poem contains good ideas, but if you think that thought went into the word-craft side of a poem, you'll think that the ideas could be good too and give it your time. And if you read a prettily polished poem that contains no good thoughts, your time wasn't wholly wasted; you got to read some prettily strung together words:)

Caleb | Sun, 11/05/2017

And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
~P.G. Wodehouse

What a lovely comment, James

You've opened up a wonderful window through this poem, and I think, found the heart of it as well. Because it's not just a picturesque poem describing the beauty of the "golden carpet, bright unfurled." The heart of it is the lives and dreams of those who've gone before and their connection to each one of us. I was especially thinking of that most outlandish of dreams, flying. But also the dream of the city. Isn't it amazing -- this electric, glowing, traffic filled city in a place that not so long ago was called just "The Clearing?" The line "woven from their dreams" ties back to the city being compared to a golden carpet and a tapestry at the beginning.

Caleb | Wed, 11/08/2017

And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
~P.G. Wodehouse

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