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Broken Wings

BROKEN WINGS

Who finally broke you
Who clipped your wings
Who took the song
that you used to sing

Who stole your smile
that was there in a flash
Who bridled that wild streak
and caused it to crash

Who took the will
that you once called your own
Who killed your friendships
sending you to alone

Who made the choices
to the place you now stand
No fingers need point
for it's inside that hand

-Eddy

©2008 Eddy All rights reserved

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  • Symphony
    April 17
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    "Who bridled that wild streak
    and caused it to crash"

    Such imagery - and honest truth throughout this one!

    I really enjoyed reading it, and certainly didn't see the ending coming - excellent written, the rhyme was spot on and nowhere was it forced!

    thanks for entering

  • campanaro silver member
    February 13

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    Profoundly brilliant

    WOW...
    Gold dust is falling
    fantastic and thought provoking.
    I loved it.
    Thanks
    Love peace
    campanaro

    • Just4u
      February 13
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      Thank you...
      Your line of "Gold dust is falling" here could be molded into
      a lovely poem or song. I will file that away in mind and see what
      pops up down the road...I'm seeing something maybe along the
      lines of...
      Gold dust is falling
      on platinum dreams
      Wrapped in the blanket
      of wonder it seems...

  • afroqban
    January 28

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    ooh i wanted this to run a lil longer because it read so well. the ending was a nice touch though, and this read like silk.


  • Sagittarius silver member
    January 22

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    Not too many words good enough to describe this piece Eddy. A 'masterpiece' is tame.

    So many broken wings around me all the time ... and many of them mine.

    Sag


  • smonte19124 gold member
    December 23, 2008

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    Beautifully put and thought provoking write. It is all so true when one is throwing stones make sure you're not living in a glass house. I like this write very much and I thank you. Happy Holidays and God Bless, Jo-Ann


  • nilav
    December 21, 2008

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    very meaningful poem....broken wings ,loneliness ,stolen smile bring some sadness because many times it need not be our own choice...


  • MariGoes gold member
    December 21, 2008

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    And inside the mind, our own will...yes the choices we make. Many people only want credit for the good choices they make, when wrongs ones are made they like to find someone else to blame.
    best thing is to live with the right and with the wrong the best we can, what do you think?

    I wish you a very happy Christmas Eddy!

    • Just4u
      December 21, 2008

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      The best thing about assuming responsibility is once we do and see it was our choices that put us there, if we don't like where our choices have put us, we can change them and thereby change the spot where we stand.

      Wishing you the very best...hugs

  • Brazos silver member
    December 20, 2008

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    Nicelly done Eddy, and well put. Yes, it seems we can't blame anyone for our choices but ourselves. Our hands should have fingers that point backwards, to the real source of our problems.

    Good to hear from you, and happy holidays, my friend.

    Brazos

    • Just4u
      December 21, 2008
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      Actually in a way we do. When when point one finger toward another
      three fingers are pointing back at us...
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