The Wing We Perceive.

A poem about time...

That maniac we have all come to love;

time, the wing we perceive

as a leaf lungs the breeze,

is less than a flutter or farewell

between strangers of

opposing armies.

Adored worse than Svengalis, they

turn like Sol in her highest heavens.

One and not prone to omission.

Why not a time when time has a reason for us all?

Reviews

[L.R. Kingsley]

This is a wonderful poem! I like a few things a lot, mainly:
-The title of the poem evokes great imagery, and questions--if a creature flies on two wings, and we perceive one of them, which is the wing that we do not perceive? Very mysterious!
-Great contrast when you say that time is a "maniac", and yet we still love it! Hmm....
-Very powerful to use "lungs" as a verb! I have never seen the word used like that; it's very creative
-Intriguing that the opposing armies are strangers; brings up the thought that even if the soldiers themselves are led by two opposing people who are not strangers to each other, the soldiers themselves are just pawns. Great images and room to ponder there!
-The phrase "adored worse" is very interesting and catches the eye because the two words seem to contradict
-Wow, what a last line! I have many ideas about it.

What I think is best about this poem is that it is ambiguous enough to prompt analysis, but clearly drawn enough to not be incomprehensible or imageless. If I had to recommend anything, I would make it a little clearer, just so that the ties between the images and the overall message/image conveyed shines through a little more; but overall, amazing work!