Flight of passion, heart’s desire,
allowing Cupid’s splendid arrow rise
and arch and slightly bend an arc
until it finds it’s home
I have been flying solo, for decades
and having no place to land
I have sought up-draughts.
Having no feathers pasted on with wax,
it has been precarious on still mornings
when a cup falls from my hands,
as if willed, by the sight of a trackless path
out my window, and splinters on the floor.
Eventually, I will run out of high hope
only to be found, downed, by another dart
hurtling through a forest of feelings.
That is my laid low truth.
It is aerodynamics.
Author notes
"Flaming June" by Frederick Lord Leighton
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- Winner takes it all... (sort of) lol by elemental angel.
700 points, ended February 28, 2007, 19 entries
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"Eventually, I will run out of high hope
only to be found, downed, by another dart
hurtling through a forest of feelings."
Resplendent, my Sister...Incredible penning, Sweetie...Good luck in the contest, my Friend...
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I knew you, of all, would understand ...
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Nice imagery and such a gentle feel. Thank you for entering and good luck in my contest
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thank you poetesse...this contest had to be difficult to judge...great job!
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