Flitting, fleeting,
Floating, free.
Wings a-beating,
Come to me.
Dodging, dropping.
Skies of clear.
Never stopping,
Ever near.
Flying higher
Than can be,
Failure’s pyre
Of misery.
Swallow’s rapture,
Come to me!
Now I capture…
Set it free.
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For those still wondering, the swallow was a metaphor for inspiration. I was having trouble coming up with something to write about, and then I realized I could write about it. "Failure's pyre of misery" was the pile of crumpled up poem ideas sitting next to me.
ReplyDeletethis is a really nice poem. I love the conciseness (is that a word?) of the stanzas.
ReplyDeleteIt was a pain to write it in two feet AND get the last syllable to rhyme, I can tell you that much.
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