Fragments

Some unfinished or otherwise poetic scraps that I haven't done anything with yet or don't feel like they're finished

Clouds

 

Above, above, in the big blue sky

The clouds float and drift slowly by

Bright and billowing, shifting away

Borne along, aloft, by a gentle wind

 

To watch from the ground, sometimes

One must wonder if the clouds

Choose their shape

Or it chooses them,

Only to change on a whim

 

 

Wings

 

An angel can’t fly

On broken, tattered wings

And man can’t live alone

On his shattered dreams

 

Pinions torn

Feathers shorn

Fly to close to the fire

To desire

And you’re going to burn

 

Now, his flight

Is naught but a broken dream

Cast down from on high

He laments, he weeps

 

But broken dreams

Can be repaired

And stormy skies,

They can be fared

Leaving you, perhaps stronger

For all the wear and tear

 

 

Scars

 

Bodies bear scars

Just as the inside

Itself is marred

Built again after

Being torn apart

We’re all made of

Battle scars

And broken hearts

 

Sewn back together

After every new fight

Tell ourselves we’re ok

And it’ll be alright

Each day is new

And there’s always light

Even when it’s dark

Enough to hide

All our scars

And broken hearts

 

 

 

Fire

 

Tied up and bound

To let desire run free

I wanted to play with fire

Til the fire played with me

 

The flames lick about my skin

And scorch me to my soul

Only when I’m burned away

Do I feel myself made whole

Reviews

[Emerald Seas]

I like the use of the elements in this poem. Life has a way of bouncing us about - you express that well throughout each section and stanza.
Fly *too* close to the fire
The pace and message is strong. For some reason the clouds section doesn't resonate with me as well as the other three sections. Just my feel from the reading. However, the other three are spot on. Well done!