Poem: Soaring Wings – 23/07/20

We spread our wings each time we share,
we spread ourselves feather-tip to feather-tip,
we open ourselves up,
we tweet, we sing, with soaring pitches, we dare.
 
We allow insight into our hearts and minds,
our light that’s dimmed we make bright,
to smile unto another’s confused face,
and make them feel utterly compelled by our world,
to be wildly amazed.
 
To permit an understanding
without verbose explanation,
a few words here and there,
sprinkled, like grated dark chocolate,
the taste of the experience is subtle yet permeates,
if an expression, perhaps it’d glare,
though never with hate.
 
And the ability to while away their time with descriptions
that don’t care to leave another's eyes confined,
well, this is true artistry, this is spoken truth,
our wings soar, they will always fly upon the wind,
we will gently rise and of this world expound and find,
we will transform,
as literary dragons, we will roar.

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image by Josch13 from Pixabay

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