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Array ( [sid] => 18849 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Screeching Wings [time] => 2003-06-10 05:25:00 [hometext] => A 'day'dream... I wish I could paint like Salvador Dali to better describe it. [bodytext] => Flying through an
Empty expanse
Filled with

Tiny closed doors
And open windows.

(You see. You have
To climb through
A window
To open
A door.)

Screech.
I realized
My wings
Were made of
Rusting chains.

I thought
I would fall,
But I kept
On rising higher
To nowhere.

Everytime I
Tried to get
Close to a window,
The window
Suddenly seemed

To get further
Away.

Screeching wings...
A white, empty expanse,
And windows and doors
That never got nearer. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 49 [informant] => starkindler [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )

Screeching Wings

Contributed by starkindler on Tuesday, 10th June 2003 @ 05:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic: mystical

Flying through an
Empty expanse
Filled with

Tiny closed doors
And open windows.

(You see. You have
To climb through
A window
To open
A door.)

Screech.
I realized
My wings
Were made of
Rusting chains.

I thought
I would fall,
But I kept
On rising higher
To nowhere.

Everytime I
Tried to get
Close to a window,
The window
Suddenly seemed

To get further
Away.

Screeching wings...
A white, empty expanse,
And windows and doors
That never got nearer.

Copyright © starkindler ... [ 2003-06-10 05:25:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Screeching Wings (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 10th June 2003 @ 05:47:41 AM AEST
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This is fantastic. I can imagine a Dali type painting. It created wonderful imagery. I lvoe the bit about wings made from rusting chains. Very original.

sleepless_siren

Re: Screeching Wings (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Wednesday, 11th June 2003 @ 12:49:47 PM AEST
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A very well written and thought provoking poem my friend. The windows and doors will open in their own good time. Great write! Larry :o)

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