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.
Felt the journey. So good.
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for stopping by!
Thank you, though our Thanksgiving was last month. 🙂
That was very ethnocentric of me, wasn’t it? I wasn’t even thinking. Let’s redo that… Happy Thursday! 😉
lol I suppose it is just like Christmas; one sends the greetings one is feeling with no offense taken or implied.
A great poem. I love the alliteration (waltz with the wind…the core of you crumbles) throughout the piece.
Thank you, Denise. I also play with assonance and consonance, as well, just to intensify that sense of word belonging with breaths and purrs within the words.
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.
Ah. What a special gift.
Beautiful words ❤