Upon those pretty wings.

by Poet on the Piano   Jul 9, 2014


I have exiled crimson sunsets,
extinguishing any newfangled flames
for fear I will be devoured by
disorderly perceptions.

Days pile up until I have forgotten
to revitalize my spirit at the door,
for I simply summon my bones
and wriggle out of these four walls.

I declare that the world has betrayed me,
has changed too fast for acclimation,
yet you respond:
"my love, it is you who have changed
far beyond recognition.
What the eyes can't see...
it's what your eyes hide."

(And this is not the first time).

I have had more than one dream
that we grow into our wings,
stepping as children on fragile flowers
then becoming worthy of flight,
yet we as humans must trek on foot
and learn how to fly without leaving
the grounds of our hearts.

-
Written 7/09/14 @ 12:30 AM

Second challenge from Saffie's Number Game.
Prompts:

Crimson sunset
pretty wings
my love
more than one
what the eyes cant see

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  • 10 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    I truly felt like I was growing wings while reading this poem. Maryanne has a unique way of splashing color, life and elegance within her poetry and this piece is at the top of her list!
    This life inspiring poem is filled with unique word display and visuals that left me spellbound.

    "Summon my bones" <--------- very powerful line here.. That got me thinking on so many different angles.

    I truly feel this poem ties in nicely with Martin Luther King's quote " I have a dream" and if he were alive today I think he would agree with me! It's an uplifting piece.. Just lovely!

  • 10 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Oh Guinea pig, this is awesome.

    How inspiring and touching, I think the fact you mentioned the children in the end and how innocent they are, and how they have to grow, come to accept the world, deal with the good and the bad, and become adults.

    Your wording was really great, a few parts really wowed me, like the fragile flowers, I think just adds to the scene with the children. Then the choice of wording when you say "worthy"... this reminded me when people just expect things, like they should deserve them free, when really we should be earning things and being grateful for anything we achieve and accomplish.

    I like how honest this poem is also, in how the insecurity lurks in the background, kind of like your belief and faith in life sometimes passes you by, but you know deep down it is there, you just have to not hide from it, and close your eyes to it like what we do.

    Very inspiring poem, uplifting.

    Love what you done with the prompts, well done.

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