Beauty

She cowers from the sky,
the birds are not to be trusted.
She stole wings from the hawk,
but by the owl she was busted.

Her feathers all fell out,
but she holds her dream together.
It's her tears, not the rain,
that we all must learn to weather.

Vultures pick at her skinny body,
so she fakes every lost smile.
Whistling, singing, playing
but starving all the while.

Her flute lilts to the crow,
whose alone every day too.
Roses bloom in her window garden
now her skies are all blue.

Reviews

[Rose of Gondor]

depressing...I'm scared......... love the world choice and the ending. Haunting. CREEPY!!! *apologizes, retreating a corner and hugs knees, curls into ball* Sorry. I am kind of freaked out by the vulture part.....

[Layla Night]

wow... beautiful poem. it sad but i like it.

[brenda]

this is beautiful and sad and so related !:)

[Kristine Ferg]

"It's her tears, not the rain,/that we all must learn to weather." two very beautiful lines. Very melancholic and personal. Well done!

[Nontani]

I like this. The happiness seemed a little abrupt at the end considering the three leading up to the last stanza was quite sad, but then again, who doesn't like a happy ending?

Nice job.

[Bejn Jonathon Edwards]

I love it :) very graphic and emotional. You convey such a kalaidescope of imagery here :)