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Feathers & Wings

 Sharing for The Sunday Muse #223. 


But the deconstruction comes at the chorus

It's not the same thing: wings aren't flight
The sky isn't the same day and night
I'll turn my back on angel's secrets
Because my wings were never white.

The only time the window rolls down
Your palm finally catches the slipstream
There's a lift that pushes back, shoves;
Flight doesn't float, it's always finding 
The hardest push.

-- Chrissa

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  1. Sherry Blue SkyAugust 13, 2022 at 6:26 PM

    I love "Because my wings were never white". And "Flight doesnt float." Very cool poem.

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  2. Carrie BurttAugust 13, 2022 at 7:22 PM

    Some deep and lovely thoughts in these amazing lines Chrissa and that last line is one of the truest ones I have ever read! Beautiful writing!

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  3. TruedessaAugust 14, 2022 at 8:57 AM

    You have captured a bit of darkness and light - the owl is a harbinger of night but, it is wise as it sees through different eyes.

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  4. FireblossomAugust 14, 2022 at 11:00 AM

    That ending, and your poem's message, knocked me over. I think, then, that it must be true.

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  5. Marion HortonAugust 15, 2022 at 5:35 AM

    'Flight doesn't float, it's always finding
    The hardest push.' - fabulous!

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  6. HelenAugust 15, 2022 at 9:04 AM

    Your poetry pushes boundaries ... profound ... forcing a long read, a deep dive.

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  7. Susie ClevengerAugust 15, 2022 at 3:50 PM

    I love the whole poem. Your ending speaks right to me. Great Writing as always!!

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  8. hedgewitchAugust 16, 2022 at 6:38 AM

    Physics and poetry are a rather unholy combination, yet you make it work--this is striking, Chrissa, full of truth that is shown not stated, and images that fly on their own wings. Really excellent poem.

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  9. purplepeninportland.comAugust 17, 2022 at 5:21 PM

    Love this, Chrissa! No white wings for you.

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