May your golden wings fall from the sky,
Shatter into fragments,
At my feet.
May your fingers twist my wounds,
Prompt my arms to flail like an
Inquisitive insect.
May you whisper timeless lyrics,
Mutate them,
Into significance.
May the last nine strums of your mandolin play.
@alittlebirdtweets2016
It’s been a long time…so worth the wait to read your words again…all so good…third verse I’m so jealous of…simply pure brilliance.
Thank you so much. Sometimes a wave of inspiration hits and I find myself writing, as I did here. Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, it’s very much appreciated. Best Wishes 🙂
That was a sweet little poem.
Thank you 🙂
Fantastic!
Thank you 🙂
Surreal, psychic, a phantasmagoria done with the finesse of the pen. Reading you is a real pleasure. Anand Bose from Kerala
Thank you for reading and commenting, Anand Bose. Phantasmagoria – what a wonderful word! Have a wonderful day 🙂
beautiful read, thank you. peace, K
Thank you so much 🙂
Love the imagery and melancholy atmosphere of this poem 🙂
Thank you so much 🙂
Reblogged this on Still Another Writer's Blog.
Thank you for the re-blog 🙂 Have a wonderful day!
You are welcome; you too!
Love the post!! Thanks for all the love toward my blog!! Talk soon… -Mike
Thanks Mike. You’re welcome. Best Wishes with your blog 🙂
Intense imagery and excellent poem. Loved it 👍
Thank you so must, Disha 🙂 Best Wishes.
nice
Thank you 🙂
Lovely poem, Donna. The imagery is just beautiful. 🙂
Thanks Millie 😀
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I really like the line ‘prompt my arms to flail’.
Thanks Hannah 🙂