Taller, Tallest

Older poem. I found the rough draft while cleaning my room.

I stood up, I blocked the sun

Seemed to me, I'd been outdone

I reached out without thinking

Caught a bird by its wing

 

An ironic set of symbols here

The Thrashing the Trapped the Fear

Sort of like I, confined to just one world

Just waiting to burst free with wings unfurled

 

I reach out with my left hand

Take the setting sun from sinking sand

I hold it far out into space and drop it

And take the waning moon out of my pocket

 

And I hang her in the starry sky

As an emblem of daylight's short goodbye

I place the caught bird atop the shimmery dust

Knowing I can do nothing--too late fix all unjusts.

Reviews

[Daisy123]

a very beautiful write!

[zombiikillah666]

ooooo anything that says starry sky, catches my eye.
i like sparkley things.
& i like this. (: