Wings

December 28, 2012
By cgreene24 BRONZE, Zionsville, Indiana
cgreene24 BRONZE, Zionsville, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
"We are the ones who give meaning to these objects in space. A stick can be a gun. A ship can be a soul. Or a television show can be important. Even if no one watches it."-Joss Whedon


I had thought that I was flying,
White-hot wind beneath tanning leather.
Wings spun of sugar.
Delicate and soft.
A respectable reflection, I suppose.
I liked to fly… even in the rain,
A white Pegasus in fading twilight,
Cantering into the thought bubbles of those below,
Whited-out, of course.
You would have cried for me, I’m sure.
And my wings, spun of sugar,
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Those who have never flown,
Know not what it feels to be grounded.


The author's comments:
This piece is merely a part of a long running project to depict the story of a novel through poetry instead of prose. This piece (the first poem in chapter II) comments on the inability of the main character (Owl Eyes) to accept sympathy. It shows how she thrives in her sad situation, and even those who love her, are only hindering her development as her own person.

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