Feathers

by dollwithafrown   Mar 12, 2012


Feathers dance among the dirt
a decaying night of faithless words
and in amongst the flying leaves
bound and broken, he turns and flees

Nature's call time, it takes to the stage
a routine of wilted, contorted age
smeared across an open plain
blood from a pure but tarnished vein

The future's bleak, but an open road
zip up the courage, carry the load
laughing removes the toughest stain
restore the broken and start again

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  • 12 years ago

    by Saerelune

    It's interesting how the whole rhythm of this poem make you words sound uplifting, but when one truly reads the words themselves, (s)he'll realise that the content is anything but fluffy (especially the first two stanzas). You surely have a thing for rhyming pieces, when you rhyme it seems so very easy to pull off! It's very natural (and of course your accent would go perfectly with this *wink*). I wish I had something to say that made sense ...

  • 12 years ago

    by Moonlit Candles

    I thought this was a nicely written poem. Liked your metaphors used here. It actually at first reminded me of a werewolf when you described "him" there. Nice write :)

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