The Rudiments of Wings
The wings of dream soar high
to capture the rainbow rapture,
wrapped with chromatic charisma,
weave the tapestry of seraphic life
with the hued ribbons of passion,
design the elemental latent lattice
of self-seeking fervent syndrome
that fails to force out fantasy haze,
lurking behind the cloud of delusion,
for it has hypnotic leverage of trance
to blow my mind away in the wind.
Wedged by the splitting bevel
of the slashing time of reality,
the frail fragments of failed entity,
I feel framed for the irresolute life,
dispersed deranged on the path,
fading in the horizon of nowhere,
not yet leading to the rainbow
that lies dismantled in the debris,
disappearing in the deep dark sky.
Aspiring to retrieve the derelict dreams,
I configure the rudiments of wings to fly.
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February 18, 2022
For Brian Strand's Premier Choice No 1188 Contest
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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