Someday she'll fly

The fervor of

his kisses

once paralleled

the embers of a flame,

an ineffable passion.

Now they bear

a semblance to
the pecks of a bird,

barely feeding

to survive

someday

she’ll fly.

 

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

Perhaps we will be a Bird in our next life with feathers
and wings and lay turquoise eggs that crack open when
the time is spent... and five or six little Beaks will be
open day and night wanting food... until the Mother flies
away and lets the Father teach the fledglings to find
their own food. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and she will find another flame to sate her.
such a cool write with the use of the fire and that poor starving little bird.
j.

[Crowley]

Ohhhhh jeez. I fear this as a man. I don’t want to be that guy...lol. I better get my game on!!! What a statement, you rock!!!

[Lorry]

When we become the same old same old and it turns into just going through the motions, the caged bird will seize her chance to pounce, waiting for the moment they let down their defences and open the cage door, distracted by thoughts of themselves no doubt. I just hope you remember to check there's a window open first :)
Beautifully creative words to give you/us/all hope.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I've been terribly busy with shopping, baking, wrapping and fa la la la la ing. Please forgive my lapse of time in thanking you, Lorry! You are such a gift to many of us here. Merry Christmas, my friend!

[Lorry]

No worries, and to you too. I havent been on much lately, but will be back in the new year, once all this "fat beardy housebreaker" nonsense calms down :)

[Chris Shaw]

Ah, the embers which have lost some of their heat. Inevitable I would say after a period of time. However dear Kelly, if you have a wish to fly, metaphorically or otherwise then that is your prerogative. Short poem, but says a great deal lovely lady.

Chris

[Kelly Scheppers]

This was pure conjecture on my part...although, I wouldn't mind being able to fly every now and then. Thanks, Chris!

[Chris Shaw]

I'd like to fly too Kelly.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Wouldn't it be great? Maybe in my next life I'll check it out! ; )

[Ardra]

It's a very beautiful poem Kelly...:)
Love does gives wings...and when it fades away...kind of very sad... beautifully painted with your words...

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Ardra!

[barleygirl]

Your poem conjures up several lines of thought so vividly (a true sign of brilliance). First, it’s the way young love is so rich & expressive, but then fades to a dry peck on the cheek for most couples. Another idea is the way we feel obligated to see something thru, all the while waiting for that moment when we can be free (many people view retirement this way, but then they are too stodgy to leap into the freedom they’ve waited for, after all those years of toil). Finally, the lasting lesson for me is to stay on our toes, no matter how much life weighs us down, becuz we want to be able to seize the moment when it arrives. It’s a rare poem that delivers such possibilities! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Margie!

[Neville]

I am determined to stay grounded as a matter of principal having felt ever so slightly intoxicated when I reached the point of ineffable passion.........a deliriously dreamy little peck of a poem, if ever there was.... Neville

[Kelly Scheppers]

Good to see you, Neville! Thank you so much.

[Neville]

Don't mention it, it was my pleasure, I can assure you....

[Alexa Apothic Red]

Oh, how I so get you in this poem!! And completely relate! I hate pecks of kisses and would rather not be kissed at all. Kiss me passionately and deeply, take me completely... or not at all..

[Kelly Scheppers]

...I couldn't have said it better! ; )

[Dave]

Kelly - A fiery love remembered and the hope for its' return. So many of us, I'm sure, have suffered the same enigma.

Take care - Dave

[Kelly Scheppers]

...thank you so much, Dave. I knew many would!