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You wonder where my power comes from

and shine silver bullets to silence

siren songs that spring from somewhere.

You look for trap doors and hidden switches,

{dissecting me piece by piece}

to find the melodies you still swear you can't hear.

Your logic can't explain wingless flight

or answers like sweet pups that come when called.

And so I face the inquisition, dodging pitchforks and fire

for sins you are kind enough to imagine for me.

One day, if you look close, you may find

that my voice is all that ever wanders.

I am anchored fast to this good earth

but one day my wings will grow again.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

A really fine poem packed with great imagery, with sirens and trap doors, then the wonderfully written line ...for sins you are kind enough to imagine for me, full of both humour and bitterness ( love it ). Emily writes really well, and as someone who has followed her work it is getting even better all the time. Great poem.

[Emily B]

ah, bitterness :) it is good i am a poet, otherwise there would be no relief

[Larry Dyson]

loved this one...the mistrust and suspicion many have for a friend ..mate...until they are convinced of the deeds themselves...very delicatley put and detailed asssonce of verse.

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. excruciating ... and yet so ravishing ... a sparkling resilience that glows and glows ... on the fuel of that sadness ... that only you could've known ... p.s. ... send that guy to india ... we have the best concoctions for the convoluted ...

[AK]

You want I should send cousin Guido to smack around the jerk you wrote this a little?

[paul]

heartbreakingly beautiful you word wizardess.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

For me the last two lines were the best.You captured here both the broken feeling and the inner urge to resurrect and fly well.

[Narnie]

I read this yesterday and it made me feel terribly sad. I do today with it too. I hope we never lose our wings... I hope that they just maybe get crumpled a little under our coat. I hope that we are never judged too harshly.

I love the alliteration in this. I love the gentle voice.

[Phibby Venable]

this is like a proud, spirited rebuttal of the false accusations
life throws when the imagination has taken flight and the
grounded cannot explain why. wonderful work.

[Ed Hart]

let's see, do you mind if I look beyond these inviting buttons...