The Loniest DoveA Poem by Wesley DinglerThe loneliest dove has flown the coop, And I notice this from where I'm standing: He isn't intimidated by all of this room, As he is showing no sign of landing.
Though he's circled overhead in a loop, I know it's more than just bird-brain antics; As it is not the look, but in fact, the view That now holds him and I both transfixed.
Hasn't he waited humbly For the day that he'd be tumbling Through the sky like the clouds, Without even a slight for fear or doubt?
The loneliest dove now forms a truce, With himself and with no one other than: To ones own self always remain true, Because it isn't kindness that governs Man.
Though he's circled overhead twice now, I know he won't return to his cage again; Because I feel he knows some way, some how, That he will never get to relive this day again.
Under his wings there is gold, And now the world can see it, too. So if there's any disbelief that grows, It exists only as warning that there are fools--
Fools who can't remember breathing For the very first time in life. © 2023 Wesley DinglerReviews
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8 Reviews Added on July 18, 2019 Last Updated on February 23, 2023 AuthorWesley DinglerTNAboutI was born in Central Alabama February 27, 1985. I'm a Piscean and love it. I began writing poetry and child stories at age nine. I began home schooling after the Sixth Grade, having a lot of troub.. more..Writing
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