Flight

[Persephone]

The clouds must be happy,
To be free of earthly sins.
While beings strive to be filthy,
I wish for godly kins.

The wind wouldn't bear with me.
The Zephyr was no longer kind,
Even the ocean wouldn't let me see
The pearly hills I wanted to find.

The sky wouldn't tell me
Where the butterflies all go,
Even mountains all agree
That the sky is beyond their snow.

I told myself I wouldn't cry,
And I would cut off my puppet strings,
But I found that every time I try,
I clip away my little wings.

[leash]

the last two stanzas were beautiful. nice flow. i especially liked the line "and i would cut off my puppet strings."

well done. thanks for sharing, persephone.

[Skye]

Wonderful write,I love how you ended this, wonderful!~Skye

[cosima]

...I clip away my little wings

love that line- to me it seems hopeful, that the puppet strings are heart ties. Those strings try to lead you, ARE leading you, where you want to be-...
maybe, and when you try to cut them- you stop because it hurts the best parts. Even if I got it wrong- something about the Sound itself, the sound of the last line s I love.
Thanks,I enjoyed this one.

cosima

[bloodredtears]

wow..this is a great piece...i especially loved the last stanza...and it is true...we are all tied to puppet strings, in escapable ones, unless we are willing to destroy a part of ourselves...great job!

[Persephone]

thanks for the comments.

[T.J. Barber]

I apologize for the lengthy reply. This was a incredible write. This piece was sensational. I see greater works coming from you. I hope to see more of your great art. Ciao, His Majesty

[SilverEyes]

I adore this, especially the last stanza.

[John Barnett]

I agree, well done.

[Persephone]

Thanks for the replies.