Crossing Lines

It's over, said the little bird
as she flew in circles,
interlocking heart shapes
blown on the breath
of a cumulus cloud;
and in my heart, I knew
that love is only so far
as the ancient eagle flew,
as he kept weary eye out
from eyrie in a craggie rock.
There was a part of me
in the vapour from a still sea,
biding its time, before
crashing to the shore.
It's over, said the little bird
as she flew across the sun,
Icarus and those damn wings,
the little bird sings
as she melts from the sky.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-07-05 at 20:10

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normalil
I found this a lovely meditation.
2011-07-07


shells
Just beautiful, love those lines "interlocking heart shapes blown on the breath of a cumulus cloud." There seems to be love/past love at work here? Great rounded ending too.
2011-07-06


la tristesse
Great write, I particularly love the last part from, "It's over..." to the end. A perfect summation!
2011-07-05