Chilly wings of white linger and light and bite
the frost found wound around her fingers
as she unfurls her curls her leaves
in heaves and throws
to show she
knows to go
soul to sun.
Bound to ground but found
crowned, emboldened with golden
dust to ****** -
unjust to those
who nose too close
and impose shadows
from which she sends shoots green
to stream streaks straight away
soul to sun.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
In tandem we took the jump-
Just you and me.
We weren't falling-- we were flying
We were free
Parachutes deployed,
and sailing were we --
somewhere towards the ground.
But an unsound wind whirled around,
and separated you from me.
now alone and unwound
but still sailing, you see.
sailing, searching, hoping foolishly--
while you hurtle farther from me
as not to be found
losing focus. losing hope.
and I can't see.
but you came back - just
to cut the cords of my chute so callously.
now falling,
not flying or sailing - not happy nor free
plummeting down, down, down
and you're nowhere to be found.
alone and falling,
no net to slow me down
no trampoline, no rebound
and you're nowhere to be found.
would that you would catch me,
but you make not a sound
so you leave your mark
a secret blemish --
nowhere to be found
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 7:14 AM UTC