Shawn L. Bird

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poem-wings November 23, 2016

Creeping along, devouring everything in sight,


wrapped up in strings of your own making

wound up in yourself


waiting for wings.

Patience is a virtue.

You break free, stretch,

the new you quivers with discovery.

You fly,  fill life with sweetness,

bring joy to those who watch you

waltz with the wind


you fall life-less.

The core of you crumbles,

but the breeze captures the wings left behind

and carries them,

curling and flipping

to the sky.



14 Responses to “poem-wings”

  1. plainmama Says:

    Felt the journey. So good.

  2. A great poem. I love the alliteration (waltz with the wind…the core of you crumbles) throughout the piece.

  3. This brings to mind the swirling leaves, carried up into the sky, by a slight breeze, on the otherwise still morning that took my beloved to her true home.

  4. Forgiven Says:

    Beautiful words ❤

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