The Feather

There was an 18 year old girl who loved me first and the most. 45 years ago, for many reasons, I let her slip away but today for the first time in 22 years, we chatted on Facebook.

The Feather

 

A feather once dropped
from an angel’s wing.

It was all I had left
when I wanted to sing.

Of times long ago,
when we were young.

But all of those songs…
they never got sung.

 

She tasted like honey,
smoother than wine.

Eyes made of emerald
would stare into mine.

 

Her hair was like crimson
her skin soft as silk.

Her body was perfect,
teeth whiter than milk.

 

No one would love me
the way that she did.

Yet far from this angel
my heart always hid.

 

Still there are memories
that I often recall…
of the wings of an Angel
and the feather… that would fall.

Reviews

[Brittany]

I liked the way you described her in a way that I could picture in my mind. I liked how you remembered her as an angel and I liked the way you expressed the bittersweet memories.

But all of those songs…
they never got sung.

A whole universe of 'what-ifs'

[TL Boehm]

Oh this is lovely and lyrical and everything a poem should be.

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. oh gosh ... that's beautiful, BB ... what a heart-felt and heart-warming ode ... such a poignant and mellifluous song for every beating heart ... i'm so happy that you reconnected with the most beautiful angel of your life ... and then shared this joyous and moving song with us ... i feel so blessed ... and the last stanza ... oh, the last stanza is just so overwhelming ... you're amazing, BB, and that's why you can write such amazing poetry ... beautiful, just so beautiful ...