Feathers Key

 

 Written soft upon my heart
a feathers language cease
not a one speaks truth to see
what shall ne'er be sight's release

What has ne'er a true love found
beyond and under load
that down and linen and silk and bows
are under concrete road

written by feather upon my heart
so as not to further bog
the key to softness spoken true
is hidden in the fog

The box in which feather's found
no key has yet to fit
the language written by it's quill
unseen by those that sit

The written words of truest force
are hidden under tough restraint
the top to see a minx and wretch
the ink by reality will taint 

Author's Note

the focus is not about the feather but about the feather's ink.

Reviews

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

Would that also mean the feather is mightier than the sword? Haha.... I like your imagery here - you always move so well within a "story" in your poems. So many times I say to myself - oh, that is just right..... this does that again. There is so many times the playing of opposites or how weakness can give strength... in the right circumstances.... this is a true impression written softly on a heart.....

Kath

[Damien Dsoul]

Sweet, lovely imagery; the language and tone further compliments it's heartfelt thought. Lovely.

[Micheal Teal]

The focus differs from reader to reader. For me the focus is that of a brilliant writer. I enjoyed your phrasing and use of imagery. There is a fullness to this piece as it has many layers. Some like to read between the lines but I like to read between the leaves that I may indeed see the forest. What I have seen here is a forest of words which plant seeds of truth and reality which engage the reader while guiding them to a place of poetry and perspective.

Lovely - I am humbled by the beauty of your words.

[Baby Boy]

I figured that was what it was about! Wow! Amzing write yet again gurl! Your ink always paints a lovely picture! :) I loved this warm and gentle write sweetie! Awesome! :) One luv Miss Davis!


-JC-

[Ken Simm.]

Minx and wretch are opposites. You are one but not the other. They contradict each other. Pain, hidden is strangely manifest here and a feather is indeed lighter than concrete but only if they don't weigh the same. You can have a feather light piece of concrete. If that is not straining the metaphor over much.

[Floating on the feather..]

What a lovely write....The traces of pain were entangled with the softness.

These lines are very beautiful.

The box in which feather's found
no key has yet to fit
the language written by it's quill
unseen by those that sit