Wings attached lift thrust and flap
Muscle ache and yearn under my skin and with that I screech
Wings attached lift thrust and flap
My heart pounds against its cage and with that I screech
Wings attached lift thrust and flap
My brain throbs against its cranium and with that I screech
Wings attached heave propel and flutter.
Wings attached that can not hold on any longer.
So I fall.
And I fall.
And I fall even lower.
I hit the ground with a “Snap!”—One of my legs now in half.
As it tries to bend and heal I can't find myself to fly.
and yet with that I chirp
muscles set under my skin; I chirp
my heart twitches against my chest; I chirp
my mind vibrates upon my skull; I chirp
connected wings now lay on the ground
I smile now, without having to make a sound.
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This poem by its alternating repetition of line imitates the flapping of wings in a most ingenious manner. The metaphor also is a good one for repeated attempts to little avail. It is in the last lines that the wings become connected and satisfaction is produced. A fave
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