the wind taunts of a life once brilliant
but now passes through
the tattered shreds of fabric
and splintered dowling.
a length of string trails in the air
once held by the hand of a child
now is cradled by one thought,
"I will never fly again"
taken so high
at a running start
and let loose, turned free
to a sky as long as his leash.
higher and higher he went
a yearning for freedom.
until his teather broke
and free he was.
tattered like a shellshocked surrender flag
from mountain top to canyon low
he fell and was curelty crushed
in the conservative shade of lillys.
A contest entry
- ~Shredded~ by -Ink Artist-.
525 points, ended April 25, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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amazing. Once again, you have left me at a loss for words...lost as your flightless kite.
♥
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this was a very discriptive and powerful poem.
"he fell and was curelty crushed
in the conservative shade of lillys."
this would be my favorite liveout of the entire thing. emotion is broguht into this peice, which makes any poem a truely magnificent one.
i hope you will read one of mine and tellme what you think of it.
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Interesting theme to use from this prompt. The feelings of floating away lost seem to stand out the most in this piece. Once held by the love of a child but released and drifting. Intriguing piece. Thanks for your entry.
~Lori
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I really like this. Some very obvious kite-ness to it. Very cool idea, also.
Great poem, best of luck in the contest.
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