Damaged wings
When we fly with damaged wings
the touch from a broken soul
can be the glue to heal
our damaged wings
When we fly with damaged wings
the touch from a broken soul
can be the glue to heal
our damaged wings
The world’s heart
is broken
its soul
is evaporating
its life’s breath
stagnant.
But there
I hear her tongues
of birdsong
I feel her soft fingers
of sunlight
I see her beauty
and know all will be well.
In this cocoon
I shield myself
from both darkness and the light
I shrink away
from all those, things
which suffer me to sight
I close my heart
my desires too
for what reasons I cannot say
I know your eyes
I’ve felt your heart
but here inside is a monstrous fay
A dewy rose of innocence
your soul of shade and shine
tempts this broken gate to avow
… but I am rusted to the bone
My laptop is working again, but I’m not sure how long it’ll last so at some point I’ll need to buy a new one.
Apart from the laptop being busted I think I have been too. I know I’ve done this before but I’m doing it again and deleting my social media accounts. Facebook went in January and today I’m deleting my Twitter and Instagram accounts.
I don’t spend much time interacting on those platforms apart from the occasional poem on Twitter and uploading photos of what I’m reading or just general stuff including some of my writings to Instagram. I spend more time scrolling life away and not connecting with folk as I’m not all that good with the social side of things so it’s time for them to go.
This of course means I’ll have more time to spend here on WordPress, or at least that’s the plan.
Thanks for your continued support.
😀
This bright new day
intercepts my mood
blinds my eye
breaks my soul
for I am easily broken
blinded and caught
This roving kiss
heats my blood
takes my breath
licks my skin
for I am easily lost
warmed and feathered
Your gentle heart
fills my echo
soothes my soul
tastes my tears
for I am easily broken
lost and yours.