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This Feathered Spell

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Crack your dove,

blow my eagle wings
in pleasure,

measure swifter,
noted balance,
singing gallant skies of resurrection.

I soar above
my broken shell,

this feathered spell, our inner beauty.














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  • Tam
    August 8, 2008

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    oh wow...

    this is TRUE poetry and so beautifully penned...
    what a delight to discover this jewel here today!
    Thank you for sharing your time and talent with me!
    Blessings! Tammy


  • Night Hope gold member
    July 21, 2008
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    ♥


  • tara wilson gold member
    July 21, 2008
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    I feel such a sense of lifting & flying above what holds us in, such a sense of freedom in this poem, you have captured the picture of the bird coming from the egg facing upwards so well, I love this..

    "I soar above
    my broken shell,

    this feathered spell, our inner beauty."





  • Nicolette gold member
    July 21, 2008

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    Love the title. A wonderful metaphorical poem, my friend - you know how much i love doves, also the inner-doves you wrote about here. Lovely.

    ~ Nicolette