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.

10 comments:

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

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

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

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

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  6. It all hangs beautifully on those first four wonderful lines.

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

    what beautiful lines - love it

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