wings: Magpie Tales
My plight’
trouncing wing…
word ‘thanks’
reflexively
trickling down
to meet
the fire -
here, at the border
the forces leave me,
and I stand alone in-
sigh/t –
the road issued free…
Brenda Warren
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nice tension through the middle...and interesting how it ends...alone, now the orad in sight...sometimes we have to go through the stuff to get there, you know....
ReplyDeleteAs if left stranded..............
ReplyDeletethe freedom sounds like it might be much awaited and a good option!
ReplyDelete...some grass's only recognize a pair of foot print o'er their blades... go through it... go through the process of defining strength & people & genuine love... emerge to be the better one is what you can pay back to people who left you down, drowning in a quagmire...smiles...
ReplyDeleteinteresting...it reminds me of asking for something that is granted and they can escort you only so far.... the alone on the border...road ahead...full of possibility and the unknown..
ReplyDeleteDark and delicious...I like how you weaved a bit of thanksgiving in...
ReplyDeleteA little bit of a dark path then some freedom too, never know where life will lead one
ReplyDeleteThis is such an enigmatic piece..i like the 'thanks'..sets the tone brilliantly
ReplyDeleteVery cool … so many layers to your words!
ReplyDelete"The word 'thanks' reflexively trickling down" is so poignant, true, and brilliant.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully layered piece. Yes, quite poignant.
ReplyDeletePamela
Oh cleverly done!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Mysterious! I loved the thank you reflexively trickling down to meet the fire!
ReplyDeleteI liked the way you ended alone at the border with a sigh but with insight too, to wend your way on the road ahead.
ReplyDeleteI really like the ending with the road issued free!
ReplyDeleteOne can sometimes feel abandoned and in despair. That is when one can re-invent oneself and strive better with new vigor! Wonderful write humbird!
ReplyDeleteHank
i like how you end it. freedom.
ReplyDeletean element of uncertainty is deeply felt...nicely written...
ReplyDeleteNothing like being able to stand on your own two feet !
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this ... great end note.
ReplyDeletealone and free; will those wings take flight again soon?
ReplyDeletemuch love...
An intriguing write.
ReplyDeleteLovely, I get the sense of setting oneself free.
ReplyDeletelove the last line Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this dark piece in the journey to stand free..
ReplyDeleteVery cleverly written .. Freedom, a pretty good way to end!
ReplyDeleteI feel the heat of the reflexive "thanks." To be cut down, but still hear the word leap from our lips...it's a double betrayal. Against us, and by us.
ReplyDeleteQuite a road to trickle down...I'd join you....yellow brick??
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