| Biographical Poetry
posted March 2, 2020 |
free verse
wings
A quiet disturbance
of still air
dark wings against dark sky
my thoughts fly after the bird
don't be afraid to fall
it's the trying, not the failing
that really counts, they say
yet the missteps still hurt
after all these years
some days I wish for second chances
perhaps a careful God
could reassemble these old bones
lay them out, one by one
straight spine, graceful fingers
bigger heart, calmer mind
clean lines
If only I could go back
and be better than I was
we can only hold hope
like a tiny bird
in close-cupped hands
lamplight illuminates wings
in blunt flight
a night bird, another lone spirit
and I've decided
to view this as a gift
there's no redemption here
at least not tonight
but I walk on
hoping for another glimpse
of the owl.
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Very minimal punctuation. Just trying some new things here, on what may be a familiar theme.
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