Injured beauty fell.
Through pastels and brilliant shades;
landing softly.
I watched as yet again,
winged brillance was removed from earthly heavens;
Shot down through twilight.
I wept as the heart ceased to beat,
and found the feathers at sunrise.
Author notes
Prompt: Finding Feathers at sunrise
A contest entry
- Early Bird Gets The Gold Quickie 10/20/40 by poet2angels.
475 points, ended July 17, 2007, 9 entries
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Comments
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Such a sad take on the prompt...Lovely expression in your poem..TY for entering!
Lynda
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prompt is:
"finding feathers at sunrise"
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