Poem -

one year

one year

A year
A poem of what a year feel like
In 365 words
12 stanzas

I tell the story of hope and love and determination and romance and despair born again and again

looping into itself lending new meaning. Each month standing alone but connected

a story woven between stories woven between stories. The steady deflation of the lonely soul stuck in years

A year:

It begins with a little less hope
But This time you will not cope
You will be so much more now
Never, never again will you simply cope
It begins, slow

Like a tortoise races
Greatness will forever take too much time
With shoulder squared you set the line
Your soul, your heart, your present body
Begin to wind

you truly set loose
Tensions spring free of that cursed noose
Like flowers spring free of that frost
A hurricane of your beating wings make

beautiful as those petals, branch woven nest

Snap
Snap Like branches or fingers or minds
While your wings falter from your flight
But you're running right, or maybe walking
Or maybe crawling. Or maybe its stalling
Snap

The heat rises above your folds
And that form of which you told
Yourself and all others you would become
Its Hidden from sight by the blight
 Set in your feathers

Sick or not
You are a beautiful bristling brazen bird
Who lost most of its molted mess
Preened most of its feathers to test
A beautiful bristling brazen bird of beaches

So beaches, and sand in your eyes
Not the only source of new tears
 in your life many new lives lie
And leave these broken porcelain hearts behind
So you lied

Ok, maybe NOT perfect
But you are better and farther now
From that sand and from those eyes
Just like They are better for you
Than those lies, that bitter pain disguised
Wheezing

From caustic sand they inhaled too
They cough on you, on your wings
Your shared blight stings, birds in despair
From woven nests, the beautifully broken sing
Sing too loudly

Their songs too cloudy
That rumpled, once peaceful, nest, too rowdy
And so the other leaps down branch
At distance even the hardy will Blanche
But those wondrous songs too brazen 

Affair
Despair is the affair broken birds share
With blight holding flight from dusky wings
Too loudly do they, apart, nightly sing
And the snow extinguishes their flame
And hope

But strength is theirs to gain
Whisper it again and again and again 
But no matter what it feels fake
Strength is ours to gain. It's ours
This year I'll change

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Carey Milton

Clever! well thought out and written beautifully...flawless and worthy of a nomination :)

Thanks for sharing..loved it!

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