Wind Chime In a Wind Storm
The giant blue and green dragonfly,
with its broken wing,
tries madly to escape
its silver cage.
The poor old thing doesn't believe
escape from its sturdy ring
is an impossible reshape
of its once golden age.
I turn away with a sigh,
realizing with a sharp sting,
that I, too, am caught in a dreamscape
of impotent rage.
Image: Chetta Achara
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
