Spoken word poem on clouds and passed loved ones | day 47 of 365

Poetry and spoken word can bind seemingly incomprehensible grief into love.
This spoken word poem is on clouds, pilots and passed loved ones. If you call a group of fish a school, then I want to call a cluster of clouds a dream. This dreamy landscape was so beautiful to admire from the plane window I just had to fix it up into something.
We are about to land in Türkiye where we are excited to start out next leg of our travel journey through Europe.
This felt like a fun video to make as I enjoy using language like this into my films.
If this was something you enjoy let me know!
I'm trying out something new and really hoping it resonates with anyone.
Thanks for being here and watching.
Much love,
Skidder's Kid.

[@stevehamlin8267]

I Love flying and I Love this video! It so reminds me of this poem:
‘Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds,-and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air ....
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor ever eagle flew-
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.’
Notes:
This poem is in the public domain.
Magee, John Gillespie. "Letter to Parents," September 3, 1941.

[@SkiddersKid]

Wow this poem is so stunning and hits a real chord in my heart 🥲 thank you for sharing this with me it means a lot. I am going to write it down and keep it with me in my journal, it’s so touching 🥰