Caroline Cécile Delacroix Poet Choka

A Dove With a Broken Wing

Beautiful specter
Snow white gleaming feathers, weeps
Upon a timber.
Looking up the skies
Calling her kind, haunting cries
She tries over again
One wing up in flight
The other, limp, disabled
No one seems to hear
Tired from struggling she rests
And dreams to be free.
Keeping her wing close
All through the night, believing
And when the morning wakes
Greets the sun with a love song
For no fear roams her new heart
Then deploys her wings
Both, gleaming pure white, extend
With a cry of gladness
She flew to the sun.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 12.08.09

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Jon Sledge December 19, 2009 at 1:18 PM Tender, hopeful, quite inspiring as well. I especially admire the ending, its simplicity sums it up perfectly.

Sean Kelly December 15, 2009 at 11:14 AM I've noticed , the dove appears in many of your pieces and all well presented . Thanks for your kind comments ...

Joshua Lacey December 9, 2009 at 1:48 PM great description of hope :)

Audrey Haick December 8, 2009 at 9:54 PM Hope breathes life, is what I say! Fantastic write, Caroline! Peace and love, Audrey

Mary Meade Stephenson December 8, 2009 at 7:26 PM Superbly written piece you have penned here. Splendid imagery and filled with inspiration and hope. Thanks so much for sharing~Mary

Marty Owens December 8, 2009 at 6:47 PM Beautiful poem...Enjoyed reading...Marty

John Freeman December 8, 2009 at 6:21 PM This is beautifully spiritual, inspiration, showing such emotion and then healing comes. Awesome piece caroline. Sincerely, Moses