Wings of a Feather

A short poem

I long to feel the wind against my feathers, 

the freedom that signifies there.

I wish to watch from above, 

safe from the clutter of earthly cares.

And in my flight to find,

a kindred spirit waiting there.

Author's Note

This is the first poem I've attempted to write since highschool.

Reviews

[Kyle]

I think this sounds inspiring and wonderful.

[K.C. Zbryk]

Very beautiful poem, and it paits a vivid picture for such a short piece. Incredable craftmanship and i cant wait to read more of your work.
although i do agree with chris... you should have continued.

[Chris]

You should have continued...

really - you should have.
I wonder of the paths you followed -
eating can be a luxury at times
and sharing the dark we live within
lightens the weight on our soul.

Chris

[Tate Morgan]

Actually this is very good the idea is clear And it is concise and clean

[Antonio Valentino]

oh gosh i have dreams about flying all the time, thinking about words like these all the time...

Nice write!
Antonio :)

[Priscilla Sayers]

It's beautiful. Hopeful. Inspiring.
I love it.

[Crow]

Awesome in its simple statement.

The quest for pieces to fill the voids, to truly live.

You should give this a title worthy of its virtues.

[Luke Ritta]

liked this....good poem.
keep up the good work.

[J.V. Stanley]

Still, impressive work my dear. Has an ethereal quality to it, beautifully sound. Bravo my dear, bravo! XD