Talin Kalishian Poet Personification

Broken Wing

Tackle puller I ; past diverse suffer

Light, I saw today on a stage dancer

Twirling her hands up, in air ; awake

Gazed I in tear ; for precious still be

Like no-never-other have seen alike

No motion split time no wing broke

Not one fallen step by spirit or mind

Ay, I plea what I saw was all the real

And now I flee, where she dance me


21/04/2017

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Edward Mccall April 27, 2017 at 8:23 AM The first line hooked me the last line reeled me in. And now I flee, where she dance me. I love that line it's awesome. What a great poem. Talin Kalishian April 27, 2017 at 10:39 AM I am glad you liked it, i have a question though Can a poet know how his words come to be or a poem be?? Coz its confusing.

White Wolf April 20, 2017 at 10:42 PM A very creative write, Talin! A great finish too, to an inspirational piece! Talin Kalishian April 21, 2017 at 9:40 AM Thankx Rick Im a pass in a bit. ;;))