Aluminum Wings

by Maple Tree   Jan 16, 2012


There is a small tin can
diagonally placed from my vision
protecting me from the silent killer
that visits my dreams of peace.

Within the cavity is a cinnamon kiss
laced with a crocheted silhouette
designed to dance around a dark room
as my guardian spirit of grace.

I have become lost within an hour glass
drowning in pebbles of iridescent sand
only a matter of time before I stop breathing
at that very moment, I shall reunite with the contents

and fly away on my aluminum red carpet....

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  • 13 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    Within the cavity is a cinnamon kiss
    laced with a crocheted silhouette
    designed to dance around a dark room
    as my guardian spirit of grace.

    That stanza is beautiful. Crocheted silhouette unique and creative.
    Loved the whole poem

  • 13 years ago

    by Decayed

    Thank you for the clarification!!

    now I understood the 'glass hour' and the matter of 'time' .... it seems more interesting now.

    Maybe we age, but our souls can still be young as a 5 years old.

    Great

  • 13 years ago

    by Decayed

    Though I do not grasp the exact meaning of this, but I love your figurative language and how you connect ideas.

  • 13 years ago

    by ronel mccarthy

    Hi thank you for your comments. I simply enjoyed reading this poem -good imagery/ must read it again and again.............to apprciate its depth . Well done !

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