Sunday, March 6, 2011

Speak

This hurting is an eagle's ache.
with unclipped, unfurled rage hidden inside
a broken break


or beak.
But I've decided to move things along
softly swifly with only
my body, and the wind,
gliding-
no longer will I speak.
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3 comments:

  1. JZKnowles-SmithMarch 11, 2011 at 5:03 PM

    You have a very distinct and refreshing voice; I'm enjoying reading through your work. I like this sharp piece in particular.

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  2. Poets UnitedMarch 12, 2011 at 7:47 AM

    "This hurting is an eagle's ache" - what a wonderful line! The image of gliding works really well here and gives the reader a lift, as well. Nice to see you here at Poets United.

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  3. bttrflyscarMarch 25, 2011 at 6:49 AM

    Thank you, I'm happy to be apart of the group!

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