yoonoos peerbocus
wings as a vehicle of poetic thoughts is classic
2010-12-18

Kathy Lockhart
flying in the air current of others is dying to oneself. Using of ones own wings, be they tattered or perfect, lofts to places of imagination and realization.
This poetry soars! : )
2010-12-07

Rob Graber
Interesting imagery! A bit obscure for my taste; do beware of what Robert Frost called "hiding too well away," even if 20th-century poetry did celebrate impenetrability.
2010-12-06

Purple Phoenix
Ahh inoperable romance... I used to say to a certain someone if I could have him removed like a tumour, I would...! I liked this very much. I have wings of my own now too. ;)
2010-12-05

I reality John I stared speechless at your poem after reading it. The power of your words have great mean but a kindness that makes the soul pay attention and listen without judgment; compassion takes a front seat all the time. The last two lines seal the deal for me.

"Remedies avail the infinity
I don't won't your wings anymore

Gentleness that carries a big stick!

I like this poem to a great degree
2010-12-03

Perhaps it is a false hope of wings that was provided by false spirits.... they are rendered impotent once sobriety returns, a very poetent smokescreen they are.
2010-12-03

Phyllis J. Rhodes
The song Snow Bird by Anne Murry came to mind when I read this love piece. Some of the lines seem appropriet and some seem just the opposit of this piece. Anyway, I love the song and I love this.
2010-12-02

I find "Wings" to be an appropriate title for this poem. It flutters.
2010-12-02