sap suckles my bare skin
lingering proof of my struggle.
there is a need in my muscles
to reach for wings, the flight,
that heavenly power over the sky.
i search for a sturdy bow
but am given a handful of empty wishes,
pine needles flutter from my fingers
little fairies in their scented flight.
calves twist, pushing up
through thick thorned branches
my open wounds mix
with bird song and blood.
as the wind blows the pine
i lean with it, becoming a necessary lover,
a mortal flyer. with an explosion of effort
my face hits open horizons
the air tastes like a banquet,
stinging my eyes with the scent of pine.
i strive for the iridescent wings,
and from life i flee into flight.
how i have lusted
for this freedom.
Author notes
peace to all ~flight
A contest entry
- TI8 - Round 10 - Top 4 - Finale - Assignment 4 by Tangled Angle.
1400 points, ended June 15, 2008, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
honesty
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This is beautiful. Well thought out. I really don't have any legitimite criticism. Maybe that i didnt really dig the repetition? but still, it didnt bother me that much. This is one of my favorites of yours.
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really...fluttery.
"my open wounds mix
with bird song and blood."
that was just cool
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thanks
peace to all ~flight
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