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| A Broken, Flying Thing Grounded (Due To Your Ignorance) Before she crushed me with her ignorant stones I had taken flight. Entanglement on the ground made me easy prey. You hurl rocks at things you don't understand, rather than marvel how brilliant a thing soars and twists, dares a maelstrom to rudder or steer me toward my maker. You stand over me, befrecked frown of disapproval for a stupid thing lying there helpless, yearning only you to help repair a torn soul that longs a guiding hand. The beach warms the nylon on soft frame, anchored to wet sand, drying in a brilliant dawn. Waves rush back to their master. Sprite winds swirl, pick me up lightly. And alone, I fly reckless, aimless through the day, spy swimmers and lovers while looking for dreamers who marvel at me -- alone in sadness, absorbing their smiles of wonder for inspiration to get through another day and sigh. 6.9.21 30 lines freeverse Do we not speak the same language? I can't have an opinion without stones hurled before first asking questions? Prefer to judge before complaint complicates your just decisions? Perhaps, I am the one on the path of my own self-righteousness. At least, I'm open to that consideration. Just thinking of how people stun me with arrogance and ignorance, when I only want to bring joy. They don't seem to understand what I think I am, rather pelt me with a rock than hold me by the string and watch me twist in the sky. |
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