I wear my newly stitched wings,
pluck time from the sky
I nudge it towards you
you make a face as if it stinks
my shoulders itch so much
I change my gait
one of my wings slips off
the time I gave you
is melting so fast
my strength recedes along with it
when you see that
you solidify it again
ripen it and pass it back to me
my wings flutter
I fly away to my destiny
the sun might burn me
but it will also give me light
A butterfly? Moth? Nice capture of the struggle to escape the cocoon.
ReplyDeleteI can really relate to this writing.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful...
Thank you
Happy 3WW!
so tender the wings of a butterfly. so fly carefully :)
ReplyDeletethis was wonderful!
this made me think a lot of images .. something might inspire me soon i know .. thank you !
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful. Nice write. Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeleteA thought provoking poem, lovely.
ReplyDeleteNice take on time as a gift.
ReplyDeleteIf Sun burns you.. it will be you giving light....Gautami..sun would have played his role..giving you light before you burn..don't know..have started feeling that unless one burns..one can't spread light.. Thank you, as always.. you are on a roll..flowing creativity..
ReplyDeleteWonderfully done!
ReplyDeleteI loved how this flows, much like a butterfly in flight. Such great lines, too. I really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful rhythm and imagery -- this poem soars. :)
ReplyDeleteFlying is good for the soul! Nice piece!
ReplyDeletegreat flow. Trademark Gautami lines
ReplyDeleteA dream of consequence. It changed me, and it made me laugh in delight.
ReplyDeletewonderful poem.. made me thinkof the poor overworked guardian angel assigned to me..lol.. maybe I'll behave today and let him rest..
ReplyDeleteHave a great day!
Patsy
I am reminded of the story of Icarus but with a twist. Yet I can conjure several meanings from this. Interesting concept. Nice title.
ReplyDeleteI think this is one of your best poems, yet! Right from the first line I was hooked. So many scrumptious poetic elements to it!
ReplyDeleteNicely! but please don't fly too close to the sun!
ReplyDelete<3
when the clock talks we are afraid and throw it away...But Time is the fire in which we all burn and finally we go and time stays. Nice depiction.
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Thanks for the support.
Love this Gautami!
ReplyDeletePamela
love it,
ReplyDeletethe sun burns, it also gives you light.
bright words.
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ReplyDeleteWelcome back next week,
Glad to read you today.
My wings flutter and I fly away... nice words and I enjoyed the poetry.. lovely...
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