f i s h t a i l . . .

powdered blush
a dawn
broken
a fractured mirror

in the winds
the arms
speak
high in the dark
limbs

s-curve
in the light
melding
through
to the other room

free of the wings
and shackles
all that you strove
for raising all
hackles..

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Comments

Roscoe Lane

11 years 8 months ago

This poem,

This poems as with most of your poems evokes so many memories and some successes i might add. Regards Roscoe...

Seren

11 years 8 months ago

This one speaks of many things the imagery is wonderful but then it always is, there is a feeling of separation at one point then it all closes in again, this felt freeing like a release. I thoroughly enjoyed the read you took me there and back

love JC xxx