Wings Waiting to Color the Sky [poem]

Originally published on Ficlets 12/14/2008.

"Wings Waiting to Color the Sky"
Your movements still cause unexpected tremors in my heart—
Rivers of feeling thrum the line of my pulse,
My breath thready, like the hesitant wind among the trees.
These are the moments I hold in my thoughts,
Turning them over like stones.
There is meaning in these memories:
This body, my fickle flesh,
With its topography of scars and sentiments
Has seen more than its fair share of beauty
And dealt as much as received of cruelty.
There is weight within these words.
I carry them in my hands like an inopportune offering,
Waiting for the right moment to arrive
With my breath in my throat like a bird on the wire,
Wings waiting to color the sky.

2 comment(s):

Hannahkin said...

"there is weight within these words." gosh. this is too much! :)

why is the Ficlets site going away? so sad... because i'd have loved to do that :(

Unknown said...

I think it lost its license. Or AOL didn't want to have to pay for it anymore. Some stupid reason. But at least the creator of Ficlets wants to create another one. Here's hoping!

You can still go and write there and check out what's there:
It doesn't shut down until Jan. 15.