Snipping of Feathers

by Maple Tree   Jun 15, 2016


I've twisted elements
to match the sparkle
of my eyes, so they
never see my pain.

As grass is evergreen
so is the true spec of breath
I have left in me.

I may never know
what a true sunset is,
but I could tell you
what whispers within
the darkest of nights.

Dark angels are the purest
of a women's tragedy-

I am no angel,
but a woman
who can tell you
what demons
look like....

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  • 7 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Judging Comment

    The dark sadness in this write is so chilling and at
    the same time it keeps me glued to every word
    and line. It's as if the writer's cold sadness is
    speaking to me making this personal. I liked
    the opening stanza and the way it unfolds with
    vivid imagery till the finish.

    Overall a dark sadness seem to have enveloped
    the soul which makes me feel the hopelessness...touching.

  • 7 years ago

    by Darren

    Judges comment

    That opening stanza, breathtaking.
    'spec'? As in specification or simply 'speck'
    I actually prefer it as it is. Works well and has me thinking.
    I can always rely on Maple tree to hold my attention with her writing. Nice story telling and imagery with only a few words. No 'added' words to buff the poem up a bit.
    I don't believe the last stanza though, everyone who knows you know you are an angel. 7 points.

  • 7 years ago

    by Nema

    I may never know
    what a true sunset is,
    but I could tell you
    what whispers within
    the darkest of nights.
    ^
    This is so beautiful. It's simple yet so deep.

    Beautiful peom!

  • 7 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Wow! Excellent piece. Very much put me in the spot. :)
    Well done

  • 7 years ago

    by Maher

    Andrea...awesome. So much said in 5 little stanzas. The first and last are what stuck out for me. It begins strong and ends in honesty.

    Congrats on the win, ma'am :)