Wounded swan, still beautiful –
Spreads wings she feels
Are broken –
Determined still to climb again
To clouds that call her home.
Broken bird, so painful so
To those she’s known
And those who’ve known
Her hopeful song – it soothes
The gentle rain.
A fallen dream, no destiny
It seems, but few know her resolve –
No hawk, no storm
No gravity
Will keep her on the ground.
A gusting wind, an answered prayer
Believing in herself again,
She circles to her clouds, she’s home –
A feather floats
down
to
the
stones
To be this writer’s pen!
Very inspiring, I'm sure you will write other great poems with that pen.
This is beautiful in every way and poignant. Your last line completes it well. Raynette
You put together a book of poetry and I will buy it. I wonder after your message what this may be about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poem Kelly...........I really enjoyed this one. I hate to say it reminds me of the swan my husband hit with his truck (accidental of course) ....it didn't end up so beautifully though.....................he ate it. lol (true) Wonderful poem. Sincerely, Mary