Sunday, 30 August 2015

Flight of Weakness

Out of the ashes
weakness rises,
a bird unfettered
feathers flying,
the blue sky tips her hat/
she soars the currents,
no preening power postures,
serving as imposters,
weakness wills against herself
and wins,
strength's favour
as she grins,
and bears the wind,
she flies against,
and in,
and swoops and swirls
though few can see,
she pecks a paradox in me,
reveals her morning song
of weak but strong,
trills last but first,
the meek inherit Earth,
the born perform rebirth,
she flies: the face of the absurd,
a most peculiar kind of bird.


  1. And a most peculiar way of life,
    full of contradictions that make no sense to mostl
    lose your life to gain it.

    1. You're right. A gamble that what comes after is worth the bet. Weird but worthwhile.

  2. This is awesome ... the slip/slide rhyme .... the alliteration perfect for a Flight of Weakness. A skillfully rendered piece.

    1. Thanks for your kind comments Wendy. I really appreciate you taking the time to read. And for being so encouraging.!

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  3. I especially enjoyed the alliteration and rhyme in this piece. Really nice work, David. Hope you are well. :)


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