Flight

You give this poem whatever meaning you want!

 

With a soul pure like a drop of dew

And with the wings of a scare-less angel

I fly…recklessly .. listlessly

I fly and I die

I die in the flight to myself

Naive ...I play the game of open windows

I look through them

Trying to see who I am

But the windows are only mirrors

Reflecting lies, deceiving

I fly and I crash into them

I am falling down with my wings broken.

Reviews

[Kitty Forzaken]

wow..
this is wonderful

[vanishing]

And with the wings of a scare-less angel
I fly�recklessly .. listlessly
I fly and I die


rereading this one can see the dynamic
realisticness in metaphoric idea
decisions-and the importance
of making the right choices
lest the heart crash and burn

[Lucinda Bogart]

I really like this.....it expresses a lot of pain, frustration, and desparation....the description reminds me of the way insects sometimes die....listless....but still trying to escape. Very moving.

[vanishing]

the passionate image reminds me of boken mosaic glass
its artful, colorful and abstract, well written

I like how you take the reader to the furthest depth
the entire image is powerfully vivid,
i love the image of broken winged angel
speaks on many levels, heart and soul
beautifully done

[Jeannine Saadeh]

very well said, the simplicity of this poem makes it even more meaningful. keep writing doina!! ;)

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

It sounds like an inner battle being fought inside. Maybe inner termoil and indecision and the conflicting desires to overcome whatever the issue maybe. (I could have just read it wrong). A great piece.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

An angel with broken wings, cracked halo on the window. great job on this.

[Rain]

Very profound in it's concept. This piece gives me the feeling of a naive, fledgling dove, trying to find her way, and encountering the harsh reality of life. Rain..