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by Trisha De GraciaOn flightless wings of crystal chasteness
beauty is idolized ever and ever
soaring to higher ascents to be cherished
to break the necks of us all.
As we gaze into azure clearness
and search for the ultimate dreams we can't reach
I see tawnymarked mothes drifting up on imperfects
and finding the answers in alternate states.
But the char on our wings tell the lies we perceive
touching catch-twenty-twos of the eyes with the fire
and shunning those eyes that are cold
[while regardless, we gaze through the glass into heaven].
03/03/2004 Posted on 03/04/2004
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 03/04/04 at 07:33 AM "But the char on our wings tell the lies we perceive" Wow...This is so emotional and stunning. Was I supposed to tear up while reading this?
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| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 03/05/04 at 04:25 PM The first lines of stanza 1 and 3 are amazing. Very powerful language. |
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