Your love is like a frozen bird, a
feathered stone falling from the sky.
I wish it didn't die.
It should be flying, and soaring, and
healing, against the warm blaze of
the afternoon sun--weaving and
diving through the coolness of the clouds.
But it's gone, and all it can do is
plummet and take a few more
birds out, on its way down.
- Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 12th, 2023 14:52
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Comments8
Very sad and very beautiful in imagery, as it always seems to be. 🩷
thank you
Nice poem TWC.
thank you.
Ultimate hubris downfall ...
thanks
Good write T.
thank you
Reminds of Les Nessman and WKRP in Cincinnati
Great show.
Do you remember the turkey drop episode? That was my referenced episode.
Yes, hysterical. Les thought turkeys could fly. lol
this is really cool Tom .. 👍
Thank you bro.
I love this
thank you.
I love love this great writing.
Thank you so much
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