The Purpose of Preying Plumes

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Do fledging on your heart and feathers on

Your mind.  Your eyes might need some feathers, too.

The point is flight beyond yourself, a swan

Above its River Avon, past that view,

To planes not soared through.  Maybe these lie in

The chambers you have not explored, the rooms

With phosphorescent walls that glow where sin

Is hiding, places like your secret wombs

Concocting thoughts and feelings you can sort.

Your ears with pinions wait for you to hear

The song you want but inhibitions thwart.

The plumes on shoulders lift you from your fear.

  The eagle of your soul has talons.  Let

    Your flight uplift you.  Love lies waiting yet.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Oct 22, 2024 | Uncategorized | 0 comments