A feather
flew around the trees
over my roof to disappear
and return again
I watched the spectacle
for a while my inner darkness
with them on their flight
guessing what the see
it wasn’t me
fell asleep for a an hour
in the late sun
when I awoke a black feather
lay on my lap
torrents of pain bore down
my face to touch and embrace
a feather so sleek
so beautiful in its simplicity
it was for me
and I see it as a comfort
to bear the torment over me
lead me back to my path
whatever comes is what will be
a feather sent to me
| killea: | Zondag, april 03, 2011 23:07 |
| poetic licence. I''m a sucker for grammar too work as an editor...nevertheless poetry is so free... | |
| Zo Gezegd: | Zondag, april 03, 2011 23:00 |
| I like the message, but I''m not so sure about the English. It might just be poetic license but some phrases sound a little strange. --I''m a sucker for grammar and that, so maybe I''m being too harsh on you :)Emotion-wise it''s really good though. | |
| stormgeboren: | Zaterdag, april 02, 2011 13:52 |
| I''d send you a perfectly white seagul to bring you a message of love xxmau |
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| Auteur: killea | ||
| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 april 2011 | ||
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