Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereFancies in Free Flight
Free feral far flies
and look
without
a promise
and
find their nests
they look without
a friend
to love
or hope to be
and you
you
willing of me and dreaming of life
to you
I will sing out to look ahead.
They only look almost frail.
I will not fight your ways
nor the fruits you place on paper
away from her days
and fragile wings
ends like that
always
I see in such eyes
and
I will be wrong
all ways
but over there is the hard edge of me
and wings with offers
sunlight piercing
the old and I.
We have been to the wind with you and the pine.
Me and I have learned more of us than laughter
true sun
to free me and unlock the whole truth
I and yet still me have wingtipped the snowdrifts
swirling sun shadows
glints of warmth so freshly sown.
But one side girls
on that
never
will
we ever
will
ever we
be
?
(Apologies to E.E.)
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,500 poems.
----------
and found this. I love the way you use your words. Thank you.
Boo
If words had wings, they wouldn't bump their ass so much. This reads like you gave words wings. I loved the ride.
there's nothing wrong with the first line - the alliteration is excellent, the meaning is excellent. i think the understanding shown by some readers' previous comments, does not meet your skill with words.
i also think you're giving Mr Cummings a run for his money.
keep writing! i love reading your poetry.
Fantastic and playful poem. However, I agree that the first line needs work. The alliteration is too forced and gives the immediate impression that this is going bad places. I only kept reading b/c it was recommeded on the boards. But I am glad I did b/c you soared through the rest of the poem.