WHITE FEATHER....
This piece was written at 12.12 pm Wednesday..
The actual account of my day....
A white feather.
Fell before me today...
A note from the angels
Heard all I did say.
So large it lay,
Upon moistened grass
I had no option
But to take it's grasp.
A white feather.
Gaining dampness impure
Knowing exactly,
Where to find me....
It's lure.....
I placed her wings
Within my jeans
Inside a pocket
Remaining unseen...
Subconscious safety
I believe,.....I had found
An angelic being
Keeping me
Safe and sound.
This event
Makes much sense
For what happened today...
My beautiful structure
Led a stranger.....astray.
My kind innocence
Acknowledged..
Again..
But..
A white feather.
Remembers..
The heart of some men.
So my thanks
To the angels
That kept me here
Alive..
So I'm able to write...
For the right
To survive...!!
Now I may seem
An easy target to most
But his words to persuade me
Led him only to boast...
Therefore...
His prey
Found me
Becoming the host..!
I recall his last words...
"I feel sorry for you"
And I thought to myself
"Well your one of the few."...
CAREY MILTON Β©
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Wow sweetie pie, power write and a half, we definitely need that coffee some day, you really are alot like me, reflections i see, love to you sweetheart, nardine xoxo
Dear Carey Beautiful verse, My applause, My vote
Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Nardine I couldn't agree more...:)
Surely something could be arranged hun:)
Love to you and your little ones xx
Cherie sis x
I released a strange sense of guilt I had from this taking place...
When I found the feather on the ground..(and I'm talking a big one..the length of your wrist to elbow and very wide)... I had no hesitation to pick it up...or rather it picked me up :)
xx C xx
I am forever in awe whenever you reflect your thoughts on my poetry dear friend.
Thought it was about time I put an actual LIVE event into poem seeing I carry pen and paper with me where ever I go.....lol....nerd :)
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