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On Broken Wings

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Dark Muse
, 03-23-2009 at 05:04 PM (1202 Views)
On Broken Wings

There was a whisper of feathers
poor girl left alone in the rain
falling in the still night air
her eyes run in long black lines
somewhere a dying bird calls
is it the water or her tears
plumage tainted within the gutter
she shuts the world out
grasping, twisted in last attempted flight
seeking through the darkness for a light
gently falling still without breath
and she alone with nowhere to go
two broken souls with two broken wings
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  1. Silas Thorne's Avatar
    I really like the switch between images in this poem, the way it all fits together, and the despondent calling in the night from a doomed and lonely bird.
  2. Virgil's Avatar
    I liked the switch too. I liked the images you provided. But I must say that it was a little too maudlin for me.
  3. Dark Muse's Avatar
    Thank you this is a sort of style, technique hoever you wish to call it that I have plaid around with in the past. It is something that I just sort of came up with on my own and I liked how it worked out.