Nobody Knows

I see sun yellow, I see sky blue

Everybody is smiling at the wandering clouds

I see gods watching, not sleeping in the night

I see angels flying, I see snowflakes falling

My wings are broken, nobody knows

 

Author's Note

...written few months ago.

Photo is courtesy of Landred, taken from one of his many poems that I hold closest to my heart : http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Landred/1284092/

Reviews

[Pax]

i have read this several times before, but i only get the ending, ha! :p
despite that, i still enjoyed this... very symbolic piece...

[Ed Hart]

yes, broken wings, everyone has them, and can only judge another's by their own

[gabrielle]

Poignant.
The last line seems like a plea to me-- praying for someone to take notice that the poetic voice is not as serene as she appears to be..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

they see me as they want to see me...or maybe how i want them to see me...

but inside..that is the real me...and there is lots of grey.

[KAin]

To carry pain lodged in smiles. To carry aches hidden from sight. The words speak of a certain secret, bittersweet, that has robbed the spirit of the ability -or will - to fly. The idea of hiding our pain is something that most will be able to relate to as well. The words remind of a quote... "There will be time, there will be, to put on a face, to meet the faces you will meet." - TS Eliot

the first four lines speak of desire, and of places of peace. The last line suggests that these places are no longer any relief. As to old things no longer giving relief... I think i understand that feeling. And that sense of... Not feeling complete...
i'm glad you liked the picture so much, Dear Belle... And thank you for sharing...

[Belle]

What I see in the photo is the thought in your poem, that is what I love in it...Thank you, you see me, you read me through and through...

[KAin]

Glad you think so. And I'm glad you shared this. It's short, but filled with the duality of happiness and pain. A condition i've come to understand very well...

[David Scott]

I have read many poems about broken wings. They all have a unique finger print. I enjoyed this.
I also could hear a little ukulele playing. ;)

[Belle]

Wow. I am impressed you've heard that traditional music. Harp was what I had while writing this. Wow. You made me smile, truly.