One Thousand WingsA Poem by C. JohnsonBring your art to life and other forces can lead it astray.Parchment of one thousand hues, Scarce touched yet intimate the love, Endowed on yellows, reds, blues. Fold us left, right, out, above. Spread our fragile wings afar, We in these frigid north skies.
A violent gust breathes life!
Dead wings do stretch, spread- airborne! Parchment cranes to southern skies.
To gaze upon those paper cranes, Borne south by untamed, loose winds, What a stunned pose I held tight.
"What hath Man wrought?"
My cracked palms created those beautiful wings! Creases so perfect! Wind so rogue took them all, In its dusty, dusky way.
A wild wind,
Which in the end,
Threw one thousand hues over treacherous oceans. Sent them afar In a jostling, tossing way.
A wild sea,
Away from me,
Slowly drowned one thousand water-faded hues They so afar, In their water-soaked, water-stroked way.
I wonder if this is defeat, Is this how Burnham felt, When he saw Columbia's city, Her thousand paper pillars aflame?
Was he overtaken when he saw, Those vines, Swallow his still-burning embers, And make what he had turned, burn?
Was he overtaken,
Just as I am?
I too, overtaken when I saw, Those waves, Take what I too, tried to give soul, And drown my one thousand hues. © 2008 C. JohnsonAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on February 27, 2008 AuthorC. JohnsonAboutI'm an artistic soul, using visuals to convey how I truly feel. I love history and love it even more so when portrayed right. I love eclectic styles and vintage french posters. Old coins, unconvention.. more..Writing
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