NO LIMMITS TO THIS

NO LIMMITS TO THIS

the room is silent again

yet these ears still ring and whisper

a recap of the stories of the day's whooping crane

oh sweet love don't let this river take your heart

these wings were never broken

these eyes of blue skies have never been crisper

such beauty of defined art

to drive one insane

 

the room is dark again

yet these eyes still lay to open air

as the night outside sings of the winter wren

oh sweet thoughts and memories that send chills

a poison in the cup that all must attain

these moments in time are mere roads to the wing chair

such times to send us out through the evening hills

to a freedom we all must maintain

 

the day is coming to befriend

yet these songs cannot begin

as these demons that dance to apprehend

oh such longing within these bones

to taste the bitter freedom and transcend

these bind dreams in the sleepless hour of the has been

such wings yet to learn fly from these tombstones

to a sky these dreams intend.

 

Reviews

[felioness]

This was a dream to read. Loved it!

[Cassie Fraga]

nice word play... very deep with emotion... great read!!

[Sarah Redigan]

seriously WOW!

[snickerdoodle]

i like the first stanza most, the imagery and mood.
refreshing change of pace from pop use: "these wings were never broken"
*balance of the rhythm, pace and the visual layout blended to create a poignant but understated organic end (thus punctuated). liked the low fat melodrama yet romantically melancholy, and the much-appreciated absence of overplayed "I" or "me" in these words. i actually started to say in these bones of what remains

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Sometimes, as I am reading a poem, I strive to get to the end of it. This is not one of those poems. This poem I decided to start over and go more carefully through, to savor its meaning and its words. I'm unsure about the title though, because to me this poem deserves something more interesting, something more worthwhile. Each time I go through a stanza for a second or third time, I find even more meaning than I had the first time. The only stanza I would say needs a little bit of work would be the last one, because I stumbled over words a few times. Your flowing is absolutely divine all the way throughout the poem though, and the part that I love the most is that is not based solely on rhymes- simple, or not simple. Every time I came across another word that rhymed it was pleasant and extremely satisfying. Your style of writing is admirable and intricate, and I really enjoyed this poem. One of my favorite parts of the whole poem is that you opened it up to me with the line that says "the room is silent again", and no one speaks throughout the rest of the poem but you, watchful and vigilant, admiring... Beautiful.