if I dream you
just right
you will have magnificent wings
with which to fly
but how
can I let myself
release you
scissors
or shears
I must stretch
your so-beautiful
white wings
it is your remiges
I must cut
those snow feathers
that I dreamed
to keep you close
my darling one
~
.
.
.
.
you are not
in any way
useful
you are not
beautiful
any more
poor crippled thing
there is no place now
for you
in my imaginings
once
I thought you
the height
of all my grace
elegance and poise
I said you
I spoke your name
in my mind
underneath my breath
you fired my soul
you were my light
but now you are
just
here
you do not soar
you do not fly
I look
but cannot see you
as once you were
I know I know
I know
it was me
who cut your wings
I know
that it was me
who tied you to the ground
but
what of that
I did what I must do
and now
I will
again
what choice
have I
it is my nature
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2017 01:17
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
Another fine write Frank.
Thank O.
A good work and now I've got another word to fit into casual conversation: remiges.
Careful how you use that word, Michael. I went to some trouble to find it.
Frank, you keep on surprising me with your incredible writing. This poem leaves a lot to the imagination. And I did have to look up the meaning of the word 'remiges'. I won't reveal it here though.
I think this piece surprised me too, Fred. It's a bit of a lottery. Glad you liked it though.
The domineering, insecure, brute of a man who destroys his own image of beauty in another by constantly beating them down. A scene often played in relationships, unfortunately.
Well portrayed in this, another fine poem, Frank!
Cheers Louis. Thank you.
Love cannot be love if it changes to total indifference after a while - the verse outlines an abuser so clearly in this dark piece of poetry Frank
Hi Fay. Yes abuse for sure. It wasn't planned that way, but the piece has described the process fairly graphically, I think..
Frank...I felt this in the pit of my stomach. This is well crafted darkness, both elegant and visceral. Fine work.
Hi Heather. Thank you. I think in the end this piece is darker than I had realized. I'm glad it works ok, but hope it isn't too unpleasant in what it's dealing with.
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