Steven Federle

Rookie - 147 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Scrubbed Clean - Poem by Steven Federle

the blue sky
scrapes
black space

and wind fills my face,
raises me to heights
beyond fear, beyond
siren-calls

at crossings
unstoppable
as ancient trains glide,
inexorably
grinding
fate;

but higher I’ll fly,
beyond the stench of ruin.

foul grief cannot follow
to where I’ll go, lifted
by the constant,
immaculate
wind.


Comments about Scrubbed Clean by Steven Federle

  • Silver Star - 3,245 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (6/21/2013 3:36:00 AM)

    The yearning to soar above fate - beautifully expressed Steven. A great poem indeed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, June 21, 2013


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