The white winged beast
Slices through the blue
Dominating all the cities that bow beneath
The creature leads as the best transportation tool

Passengers bask in opulence
Glancing at the miniature toy city
The passive scenery acts as reassurance
Since the wind gale sweeps the white cotton in pity

The jay sails to its nest
Gliding while checking for error
The landing signals a successful test
Safe from the perilous journey’s terror

The exotic passengers gaze in awe
The Cliffs of Dover, soldiers clad in red, Buckingham palace
All book text now raw
This dimension lacks common malice

The winged beast leaps
The destination: an unknown place
All the culture the sphinx keeps
No wonder many adore the ferocious face

Pen on paper
The chisel wavers
The statue still headless
Construction remains motionless

Nose, eyes, and mouth still an enigma
Which ****** feature shall play as the lead stigma?
Craft a smile on the blank slate
Or a whimpering frown on that cold state

Metaphor, theme, simile, and allusion
Selecting “e) all of the above” pangs lofty derision
Would “love” suffice
Or could “burning passion” be more precise?

As long as no thought comes to mind
Sitting here will turn into a crime
Is there any key to lock
The gate that leads to writer’s block?

Majestic leaves, trees, and flowers surrounding
Each deep breath feels empowering
Daoism adheres to “all is one” and “one is all”
Instantly… all chalkboard writing vanishes, nothing else befalls
The road to the energy center unveils
Air flows through the lungs, everything else pales
Time itself seems to slow to a halt
Instinct dominates the other senses in a sudden assault
Opening a gateway to a serene dimension
Nourishing the soul, meditation stretches the tension