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As Wings Fold [ ...just a repost ;) ]
by Clara Mae Gregorythe 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 © 2024 Clara Mae Gregory
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| 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
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| 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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