Teen Poetry #9 |
Floating to Flying |
UNTAMEDelegance Member
since 2009-05-30
Posts 222Oregon |
Floating. There's a sense of weightlessness. Buoyancy. Undulating windstreams rippling 'cross my wings. Wings? When did I get wings? I don't know, but it feels good. Ruffling. Feathers fluttering; wafting down. Unfurling. There's a sense of calmness. Relief. Uncomfortable; cramped; release; undone. Immediate peace. Peace? How can there be peace? I don't know, but it feels good. Glorious wings, befeathered, unfurl. Shining, glistening, black as pitch. Ebony wings; my wings. Aren't angels' wings white? I'd thought I was an angel. Guess I'm not, it still feel good. I feel the power hum; a subtle thrumming deep in the wings. Subtle, subtle, building, growing, stretching, unfurling... Flying not floating. |
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Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois |
I really like how simple this poem is. I love the dream-like feel to it. Good job. -Zach |
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