Monday, October 3, 2011

An Elephant with wings.

The vagueness comes
Like a blanket of dusk.
The lines that defined my character
Fade into grainy horizons.
I've lost my place,
Like an elephant with wings.
I can neither fly
Nor live in peace on land.
My weights destroy all hopes of flying
And my appendages break
All dreams of normality.
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10 comments:

  1. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryOctober 3, 2011 at 8:25 AM

    awesome, love it.

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  2. Doctor FTSEOctober 3, 2011 at 10:02 AM

    You convey the poor beast's sense of being misplaced very well.

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  3. Brian MillerOctober 3, 2011 at 10:57 AM

    wow. felt poem. unique he is, but not always cherished...to have the tools but not be able to achieve...sad..

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  4. BerowneOctober 3, 2011 at 12:46 PM

    Ah, but there was one elephant that could fly -- remember him? Check him out at my place.

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  5. HelenOctober 3, 2011 at 12:54 PM

    This is sad, yes. Overwhelming from the human perspective. Beautifully written.

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  6. Tumblewords:October 3, 2011 at 3:03 PM

    Oh, yes! Neither. Nor. Lovely.

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  7. Tess KincaidOctober 3, 2011 at 6:07 PM

    Sad when one can no longer dream of flying...

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  8. Dave KingOctober 4, 2011 at 3:52 AM

    It all hangs beautifully on those first four wonderful lines.

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  9. Chronicles of IllusionsOctober 4, 2011 at 11:47 AM

    I've lost my place,
    Like an elephant with wings.

    what beautiful lines - love it

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  10. Isabel DoyleOctober 5, 2011 at 12:46 AM

    poignant lines but fabulous too

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