![]() UntitledA Poem by Marian ElizabethI saw a wind chime
once In a Spanish movie So dramatic Like the roots of Spanish
soul. It was a bird Petrified in
flight; First the impulse Then the doubt The wings curled
back in fright Or expectation
perhaps Then it ventures
into air No one knows if
cold or warm Only its feathers know the truth But then it stops
in midair; After freedom, it
is frozen. A metaphor for our
lives. It’s tied to a
string, Poor creature. The top of the
wind chime Echoes the start. It dies when it gorgeously
began A second of love Of light Of the promise of
pure skies. It’s plastic
though It’s precisely
what we are. © 2018 Marian Elizabeth |
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Added on June 30, 2018 Last Updated on June 30, 2018 Tags: disturbing, sadness, drunk poetry, bird Author![]() Marian ElizabethMiami, FLAboutI am a literature teacher and a writer. I write both prose and poetry, and I work with the themes of anorexia, feminism, nature, the vulnerability of beauty, depression, magic, melancholy, and Bohemia.. more..Writing
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