Hi bloggers,
This poem is posted for O.S.I.
Spinning silk
Tightly round a tree
Stunning, white tapestry
Mummified darkness
Cocoon softening in day
Mild, yellow wings
Sweeping across the sun
He soared on faith
Sundown
Unraveling
Cocoon
Wings are
Boundless
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11 comments:
fly butterfly, fly... :)
A wonderful read this! Wings are boundless..yes but unfortunately we let our feet get tied..you write so well. will be a regular visitor, Write Girl and thanks for your nice comment on my page.. Hope you alos read earlier post on Cocoon...Much 'Ego' About Nothing..
Really lovely! You know, this takes me back to when I was a kid..I can remember being so amazed as this simple miracle! Once hidden in darkness -suddenly becomes boundless- nice..hope your enjoying your evening-
They are indeed boundless. Thank you for this.
Boundless wings.... U have them White Girl!
Wings are indeed boundless. Well done!!!
A cocoon tightly bound but free...Nice :)
sweet! its simple, which keeps us from being distract by colourful language and too many words. Sometimes that stuff can make writing confusing. Sometimes it can make it beautiful (look at shakespear. way too many words to put across a simgle idea, but i guess it worked for him) Anyway, good work. beautiful!
Boundless wings - yes!
Always two hands full of air beneath your wings. Please have a great Friday.
daily athens
Nice things can be worth the wait! Right, W.G?
I am glad I didn't miss this one. Sorry I'm so late in getting back here, my week was very busy and hectic.
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