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As Wings Fold [ ...just a repost ;) ]

by Clara Mae Gregory

the wings fold

and her gold

nimbus dulls

as she climbs

aloft her soft bed

of soporific manuscript

seductively scribed

with arduous marks

portentous and bold

waiting to be

edited then sold

bound in dreams

in past tense pages

another ego

is found

lost

in the

universe




Posted on 10/31/2010
Copyright © 2011 Clara Mae Gregory


Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/05/11 at 04:49 PM
Dedicated to all of us "would-be" writers who do not quite make it to the big time! LOL!!

10/31/2010

Author's Note: Thanks, Q....I know a lot of great musicians who never make it big time but touch souls all the same....never stop writing your poetical heart out ...or sing it...or paint it....it's all the same to me

Posted on 03/07/2011
Copyright © 2019 Clara Mae Gregory

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/27/11 at 10:34 PM

Thought provoking as always CM. I would think the wings spread as opposed to fold, though I see how fold works with the poem. Great ending: another ego is found lost in the universe

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/16/12 at 11:42 AM

twas love at first reading this ode o'er which I rave, enough to make it a fave.

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