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Astraea Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 378California! Yeah! Okay, I'm done now |
Feathers Fleeting, floating, softly flying O how the gentle caress can dim like so Gentle, breathing, waking How can such a long feeling last for long? Each time I cry I lose it again Each time I smile I feel its caress And when I go on living a life Wanting so much and yet wishing so little I can never forget how much it hurts When it happens Each time Sky so bright, cheery and wide Stars so happy, dancing and wise Feelings that are there and yet not Touching you like a feather So with a whisper Such a tender, forgotten thing, You could blow away the softness And leaving you Alone O when will the touch ever last? Why must it's tickle be so fleeting, Like a shooting star's desire never granted? I can't help being such a feather Blown away and lost Seeing, losing, wanting so much And yet the wind blows me away before I can ever last for more than a feather's caress I have to go soon, flying away like the wind For I can never be anything more Than just a feather Blown Lips touching yours I wish I could just once look into your eyes and wonder Wonder at what you think of me Wonder at whispery softness in my heart And feeling as if I could fly With all these gentle feathers But now it's different Wondering about different things For if I had looked into your heart, eyes, and soul that night I would have died Unloved You said I had a hunter's heart Wild and free Like a falcon in the sky I adore But I will never fly again Because of the loss you tore from me O how can a caged falcon live so? When her flight is stolen So softly, lightly and taking such a single thing For they were but simple Feathers So now I'm broken Now I cannot fly I look up into the sky I lost Still flying away with the harsh wind When another heart comes too close For I am just a falcon, lost, lonely, and torn Because I will never fly again Without feathers "Sometimes stars can only be seen in darkness." "Sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things." |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is sadly beautiful, Astraea. Well done! I hope your feathers grow back!  Denise And slight is the sting of his trouble Whose winnings are less than his worth; For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.~~~Alice Cary, ~Nobility~ |
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Lynn Burdette Junior Member
since 1999-11-23
Posts 25Greensboro, Georgia ( I'm a Georgia peach!) |
This is a beautiful poem. Thank you for all the replies you have made to all of my poems. They are greatly appreciated. Keep up the good work on your poems. |
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Paul Hoekman Member
since 1999-12-28
Posts 382Harwinton Ct. U>S>A> |
Astrae you continue to be one of my favorites |
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Astraea Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 378California! Yeah! Okay, I'm done now |
dsnyder: I hope so too. Thanks for the wish. Lynn Burdette: I respond to all the lovely poetry that I have time to read [and with me being away so much, boy, do I have some reading to do!] and I find yours very beautiful. Paul: Always a supporter, your comments are always appreciated. Thank you and your poetry continues to be among my favorite. ~Astraea "Sometimes stars can only be seen in darkness." "Sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things." |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
You are among my favorites too, Astraea. This is deeply sad and moving. Exellent work. *Krista Knutson* ~*Like a lion, without fear of the howling pack, Like a gust of wind, ne'er trapped in a snare, Like a lotus blossom, ne'er sprinkled by water, Let me, like a unicorn, in solitude roam.*~ Hymn Of Buddha |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Astraea- This is feather-soft emotion. Sadly floating like a feather in the wind. Blown away with the imagery you've portrayed. I hope the winds of sure direction catch your feathers and you fly again. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Wow. I can see why your name's Astraea. You should be a star. (and i think i just inspired myself with that last sentence ... sheesh) But before I go into a mad writing binge, let me just say that this poem deserves to be read. I loved it. A lot of poems have choice nuggets in them that makes you want to read the poem again. Well, this whole POEM'S a choice nugget. Mike |
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whiskey
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
Astraea, This is wonderful , all your poems are wonderful , |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Astraea My favorite line? "The wind blows me away before I can ever last for more than a feather's caress" There were many such in this poem. So lovely yet sad Liz |
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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL |
Good things never last long enough do they?? Robert |
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Rus Bowden Member
since 2000-01-13
Posts 139 |
Hi Astraea, Such a harsh flight for a feather among the sky. When will it return? Nice muse, nice verse you,ve penned. Rus |
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