a broken swing is like a fragile wing
thrumming through a distant mist of ancient lullabye;
chantecler whispers filigree the scent of pine...--
fragile zephyr
travel moon's first blood
to where the river bleeds her young~~
and there as air and winter breathe
to revel in their soul-full song ~~
we perch a top our mountain crest, far away from worldly throng
and suckle at the inner-thresh-hold
where together, we, my I and Me
mend the fragile breast of womanhood, untold~~
as she regally unfolds.
who but she can slowly reap the seed she sows...eternal glow~
Mother of a child of woe, 'tis time to forest...forever flow
like melted butter over sallow cheek of bitter snow.
Author notes
Especially this part, which is the prompt:
She's a sparrow when she's broken, but she's an eagle when she flies.
Here is the link to the song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBgpCiTE8IA
A contest entry
- Come On Everyone! Honor the Women (Big Points) by SamanthaSam.
1050 points, ended October 18, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is beautiful the way you wrote your words of strength and courage with such lovely metaphors and flow. Just keep on penning for you write very awesome. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck in it. You sound so full of courage and strenght and I admire that.
Take care,
Sam I Am
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Wonderful...
Good imagery and rhythm... "Eve ~~~Honorary Mother ~--Eternal Me" shines.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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