Blooming stain

I spread my wings one rainy day
and flew out across the lands.
The ocean crashed against the sands -
the whitest kind, they say.

I saw a boy out on a shoal,
skipping out of waters reach.
His dog was sitting on the beach
a steadfast, faithful soul.

I beat my wings once every mile
and rejoiced in feeling free.
The ground, a gleeful farming spree,
a green-brown patterned tile.

As king of kings I roamed the sky
and above the lakes I raced;
uneven azure gems embraced
by golden fields of rye.

A shot was fired from the grain -
spurting hearts blood; searing pain.
My ending deemed by man humane;
for a feather I was slain.




Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2009-01-26 at 10:46

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Doreen Cavazza
Nicely written. It brings the reader from a feeling of freedom and wonder through to sadness. Kind of makes you appreciate nature a little more after reading this.
2009-10-16


kristallkross
wow. really well written and thought provoking! deep. i like it.
2009-06-09


Dee Daffodil
Wow !!! All I can say is....Awesome !!
Hugs,
Dee
2009-01-26


Purple Phoenix
What a rollercoaster of emotions you took me through! Touching and though provoking...I really like this, bravo!
2009-01-26