John Loving Iii Poet I do not know?

Broken Wings

the world does now inherit
the turmoil of the wind
she blows in other places
that some may never find
when she whispers softly sighing
bringing sleep unsatisfied
taking dreams beyond the reach
of memories now denigned
yet we live for lifes brief hour
that quickly passes by
taking all the futile power
with maimed wings
that could not fly

the world my world inherits
the howling of the wind
blowing cold in our faces
that we have found our end
she whispers softly sighing
bringing on our deepest sleep
taking conciousness 
beyond the bodys reach
yet we have lived for lifes brief hour
that quickly passed us by
and with renewed heavenly power
with swiftest wings  
we again fly

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Phyllis Babcock October 22, 2011 at 11:53 AM Loved this poem John and I like the last three lines. We learn to fly again. Wonderful how you used the wind in this poem. love phyl

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Sara Kendrick August 25, 2011 at 7:17 PM I especially like the last two lines..I am glad that I chose this one of the ones that I could read today..Good job..Sara

Elizabeth Wesley August 25, 2011 at 6:35 PM Beautiful Johnny, I think we did a good job and you added so much to it. There may be a time when I don't know what to do without you! Check "brief" in the verse.