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Screeching Wings
Contributed by
starkindler
on
Tuesday, 10th June 2003 @ 05:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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Flying through an
Empty expanse
Filled with
Tiny closed doors
And open windows.
(You see. You have
To climb through
A window
To open
A door.)
Screech.
I realized
My wings
Were made of
Rusting chains.
I thought
I would fall,
But I kept
On rising higher
To nowhere.
Everytime I
Tried to get
Close to a window,
The window
Suddenly seemed
To get further
Away.
Screeching wings...
A white, empty expanse,
And windows and doors
That never got nearer.
Copyright ©
starkindler
... [
2003-06-10 05:25:00]
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Re: Screeching Wings
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 10th June 2003 @ 05:47:41 AM AEST
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This is fantastic. I can imagine a Dali type painting. It created wonderful imagery. I lvoe the bit about wings made from rusting chains. Very original.
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Re: Screeching Wings
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by Rakerman1999 on
Wednesday, 11th June 2003 @ 12:49:47 PM AEST
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| A very well written and thought provoking poem my friend. The windows and doors will open in their own good time. Great write! Larry :o) |
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