"unfledged" poems
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*Another green world
reels them in
unfledged
lovers
they yearn
to be hydro-electric
cascading over
emerald and stone
floating along
with the water hyacinth
where they evaporate
but do not falter
in the naked spring
of continuously November
jumping off
a bridge above ecosystem
a new frontier
under their nose
as souvenir:
pioneers to the fall
and yet all they really
need to remember is
this is where they
first made love*
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Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 1:21 PM UTC
young lovers not doing any loving
falling asleep in the strangest of places
whisper tiny secrets into unfledged ears
motel bedrooms along massive stretches of pavement
adultry violence addicton
a loss of innocence never recovered
i pass by these moments at 65 miles per hour
unsure of their reality
towing the lines between sleep and a coma
life's worth a split level with a pool and a two car garage
wives spitting in their loved ones dinner
rejoice for the middle class!
sin runs in the family
like water overflowing from a gutter
don't tell dad i went into his hunting room
you kiss like a priest, hard and shapeless
distance isn't what changes you
and besides i'm tired of you passing out in my bathtub
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 6:30 PM UTC
Torn Between A Phantom And An Unfledged Adolescent
Its Always The Same
A Little String To Pull Me Along
And A Frayed Veil To Control Me
Whatever The Case, I Am Your Insignificant Stray
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC
the feathers of hope
float upon the tenebrous air the unfledged girl
unfolds herself
from the straitened maze
in which she mused encumbered
by the remnants
of her former beings
to glance at the promise
of the world composed anew
if she be resolute
in courage
to take grasp of one unblemished pearlescent feather
hold
and then step/ dive /fall
into the flight of a future
unfathomable
and soar
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
Oh well, now's a good a time
as any,
Scribble incandescence,
lines with no thought,
as simple as a lie
as life.
The true facets of humanity
exist unfledged in between the
smoke and mirrors,
Created by the Unknown Ones,
disguised as the steel makeup
of this fair city.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
Close to the gate
you lay
there, on the pathway’s edge
all blue bone
unopened beak
and closed and sightless eyes
your fragile legs forever fixed in death
your tiny body unfledged
fallen offspring of some
now forlorn and feathered songster
I could not resurrect you
so with my foot
I simply nudged you
to lie beneath the sheltering hedge
hearing inside my soul
your unsung song
seeing, that night with
the dreaming eyes of mind
your feathers fully fledged
your exultation in soaring flight
towards a sunlit dawn
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 1:42 PM UTC