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glass wings
I'm in love with your hipbones because
they are my handles for when I need to drag you down with me.
In an ashtray my lips lay shredded from the habits they've grown to despise;
you say you miss them but you can still kiss me if you desire to do so.
My cage's door is open but my wings won't spread,
and I can't fly away.
Freedom is in reach yet I wish to remain within these walls;
A bird so charmed can only go so far on glass wings.
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Comment by: Dakota - 2008-02-04 06:58
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You had me with the title, then I read the poem. Your use of words and how you weld them and weave them is quite wonderful. You express so much about the unreasonable, programed reactions to love and the sticky emotion of it - gluing us and binding us, so often, to something corrosive and detrimental.
I like all the lines - but this one really resonated:
'A bird so charmed can only go so far on glass wings.'
It is such a poigniant metaphor for me - because I feel for caged birds - the cruelty is unspeakable... But what you allude to is so true - so profound. This would make a good plaque - to be hung on church doors as a warning. |
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I have to agree with whoever said the first line had so many different meanings to it. I'm in love with the complexity of it all. ;)
Great poem! |
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| That is the best compliment I've ever received. :] Thank you, and I'll definitely be finding a new word for yet soon. I didn't even really notice that. |
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Comment by: Bucho Online- 2007-11-13 08:41
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you've really got an enviable way with the word choices you use...that first line has a lot of meanings to it and i'm not sure which one to latch onto, which makes for a good read everytime.
my only issue with this one is the use of the word "yet" twice in the third stanza. unless it's intentional in moving the piece forward, i'd find another way of saying it ;) |
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| Thank you! It is, in a sense, a poem about addiction, no matter what kind. Whether you're addicted to drugs, food, alcohol, or people, it is supposed to relate because no one really wants to let go of what makes them feel happy. |
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