i've never felt so alone as the day they carried you away
my life ended as abruptly as it had begun
AP: 3rd place 2025
I have clipped my shopping antennas
No more garage sales, resale shops or flea markets
I cannot be trusted
I am a lover of shiny things, odd things, weird things
I cannot resist buying sequins, rhinestones, glittery mirrors
I am a lover of things
I drag home all kinds of stuff
With feathers, plaids, Mexican embroidery
I am a lover of the outrageous
The stranger, the better
I like the oddities others often overlook
Much of what I buy never makes it out of my car trunk
Stored for years in sacks until I donate them to another resale shop.
Sometimes I feel guilty
when I harvest a rose
somewhat vindicated
for vase I hand-painted;
I know they are beautiful
my thought to beautify
the home -- yet kindled in me
sense of a predator -- be it bow
rifle or scissor, even snipping
what I cultivate, as the lamb
I raised became Easter dinner
though the family well fed
I question the honor?
She clipped her faerie wings,
those gossamer monstrosities,
or so she was told by her "friends"
who said she never would fit in
with the everyday community.
She clipped her faerie wings
and cried because it would define her
as an ordinary creature,
no longer wondrous and magnificent
nor magical nor special.
She clipped her faerie wings
and wished she could undo it
for no amount of paring
could turn her into common folk
and something not contrary.
Living carefree
And caring not
Of life's joy-burst, half forgot;
But elsewhere sunned.
Heaven's upleapt;
To Earth which fell.
Uninterrupted play-spell.
Child's soul, least stunned!
it is not raining
yet the sky seems like
a tall waterfall
bones crack
under the weight of falling water
if I crane my head up
my eyesight get washed away
as a kid
drowning in a lake
the sky not the water held me down
the water was trying to push me up
the sky turns your mind to rock
just another falling rock
All wings falter
nuts and bolts come loose
seams open
despite daily inspections
you begin to rattle
Like when kayaking
I flew over the edge of a waterfall
the gravity of light-weight mountains
can send you plunging
yet it is in our very nature
to spread tinfoil wings
hope and theorize
A new education in my boarding
Forget what you think you know
It's irrelevant here
If you seek nothing
You don't need to learn
But you will soon find out
Why most return
How I wished, free flow of wheels
No words to tell , "how it feels".
When vehicles swish
Well, well, well!
This is what I relish.
How I missed, the rumble and rush
Noisy Wide tyres! are my first crush
Fizzing of tyre
Well, well, well!
My Heart's on Fire.
How I mixed the soundtracks
Made by different crackerjacks
Brakes and clonks
Well, well, well!
Those frequent tonks.
How I loved those droning hums
Whinin' poppin' or screechin' ones
The drumming and hissing
Well, well, well!
Those wet roads n' tyres slipping.
How I longed to be awake
For me, there was no escape
Now back with all my might
Well, well, well!
Tales of travels we'll write.
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Note: National Highway in India remained blocked for more than a year due to farmer's protest against some laws??
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#personifyingNH9
After the sun bleeds
colors into the sky white
stars are scattered like
diamonds thrown across
the violet black. The night seeps
into edge of morning
and a thread of light spills
like churned buttery cream.
Mottled pink is brushed
against linen clouds,
inking the faded shades of night.
Wires are strung above
their houses, their tops
frosted slate. The snow, burning,
is like the artic
methane on Pluto.
Ripples of opaque crystal
are created by solar winds.
On which glass white shines,
a tin hued surface like plastic
sewn on egg-white
costume dresses, gems
under strobelights on stage, dancing.
Wings, dust colored; soft
like the thick darkness
receding into the brewed,
aeged morning. Beating.
They think it “cute”
when I do my perched two step
not so much when I repeat
words I wasn’t meant to hear.
They took the mirror out
“It confuses him”, they said
“He thinks it’s another bird”
Not so!! When I pecked
its vacant eyes
it didn’t flinch, or fly.
I plot my escape!
I’ve heard them speak
of one who made it
through an open door
into the trees.
I dream, of unclipped wings
of sunshine and wind
of flight and foreign feathers.
I loathe the millet stick rewards
for inane, un-bird like behavior
and wonder why
would any “Caged bird sing.”*
©10/18/2019
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 – Bird-
Sponsor, Dear Heart – Wiishkobi Ode
Birds don't fly with clipped wings
But here you are; flirtatious beyond boundaries. Now gazing at the limitless sky.
Take courage, you've cried enough. Wipe away the tears. Now is the time to take the reins.
In stale air, in every weakness, in every breathless state; all brought the beauty out of you.
Leave the rubbles behind, freedom awaits you. Howbeit that the effulgent now seeks after you.
Once absent, now it esteems you. Stretch out those wings, fly my birdie!
Fly above the storm. For nature never meant for you to fly. You overcame all obstacles and laughed at the hailstorm.
The irony was to keep you bound and lifeless; to keep you submerged and forgotten.
But now you can almost see the horizon.The colorful picturesque landscape; all coming into fruition at last.
My, my, my! What a beauty! So Illuminating. Such a tease! Who would've taught the clipped bird could fly?
See how she sores through the storm.
So love every moment. The sky is calling your name now.
Trapped within flutter
Unable to fly soul birds
Languish like dead fish
Date March 22. 2017
Contest feelings
Clipped wings i see
Floating on the crest of winds alone
Soaring skies...free
Gliding through air
Wonder why
The bird does not fly away
Why she comes back
And then i think about myself
Why am i where i am...
Are my wings clipped
Or otherwise
Are thoughts strained
And feet restained
Are wings clipped
Or is
The heart ripped.
Spread the wings and
Fly away..
Open the minds
And put our sighs away
Glide on ...
On the waves of life
Clipped wings
Or otherwise..
Clipped wings i see
Floating on the crest of winds alone
Soaring skies...free
Gliding through air
Wonder why
The bird does not fly away
Why she comes back
And then i think about myself
Why am i where i am...
Are my wings clipped
Or otherwise
Are thoughts strained
And feet restained
Are wings clipped
Or is
The heart ripped.
Spread the wings and
Fly away..
Open the minds
And put our sighs away
Glide on ...
On the waves of life
Clipped wings
Or otherwise..
Clipped wings i see
Floating on the crest of winds alone
Soaring skies...free
Gliding through air
Wonder why
The bird does not fly away
Why she comes back
And then i think about myself
Why am i where i am...
Are my wings clipped
Or otherwise
Are thoughts strained
And feet restained
Are wings clipped
Or is
The heart ripped.
Spread the wings and
Fly away..
Open the minds
And put our sighs away
Glide on ...
On the waves of life
Clipped wings
Or otherwise..
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