Monday, February 9, 2009

If you're a bird, I'm a bird!

Because I am one lazy BAMF I've been shirking on my posts and copying my old poems and other such things to avoid having to think of a decent post for the interwebs. I promise this will end after this post because I have run out of poems. Yes, they made me and my friends laugh and hopefully made other readers smile, but flaunting my youthful stupidity has gone on long enough. Good-bye old dreams of literary fame!

However, this next and last poem I'm posting was my magnum opus, my chef d'oeuvre, my tour de force, the one I knew would propel me into the world of prose. It's a long one, but at age 14, my heart was full of long thoughts. The weird thing is I don't think I had a boyfriend at the time, so I don't really know what I was jabbering on about. Well, I was a wise one! I should have paid attention to my terrible metaphor several months later!

Clipped Wings (Winds of Delight)

I saw a bird
in the deep of the night
spread its white wings
and swiftly take flight.

I wept silent tears
for what never could be
for fate cruel and fierce,
and for those that fly free.

For once I was a bird,
white, perfect, and pure,
'til I was cast down
by Love's sweet allure

Drawn by things that might be,
by things that once were,
I threw caution to the wind,
and my life began to blur.

With promises half-kept,
and sweet words untrue,
I fought with myself,
tried to hide what I knew:

"True love should not
clip my wings of flight,
but should instead soar with me
as the winds of delight."

2 comments:

The Mighty Beluga said...

despite the obvious metaphor and stupid "winds of delight" ending, i must say it is my favorite of your crappy poems

Anonymous said...

yeah, if "Winds of Delight" weren't there I'd feel like throwing up a little less

-D

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