What Was Meant to Fly, Has Flown Date: Thursday, 2nd February 2006 @ 07:39:35 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: enigma What Was Meant to Fly Has Flown Tell me, has gold become tin, or, is tin become gold, or was the metal but a thought, an illusion, who's reality was merely straw and wood, who's value could be defined as just so much kindling? Perception is so fickle, so capricious, vacillating as the whim blows. Still, there is a difference, a very definite change, perhaps as grand as metamorphosis, a cathartic transformation, perhaps as insubstantial as a chameleonic adjustment, a little too much sun. . . . The intermingling of fumes and smoke, still cloud the senses... fire and ash are yet pulsating, a golden orange and black rendering of fading warmth... a conclusion making its presence known... . . . For the spirit to soar their must be a rendering... catharsis has a life, a purpose, only when impurities spoil... for both the grackle and the eagle, defecation and the initiation of flight share a common moment... . . . come the morrow, only a soft, powdery ash can be seen... what was meant to fly, has flown... it matters little what was perceived... be it tin or gold or straw or wood, what was, is no more... a portion remains gravity's slave, the balance, soars. rko october twenty-sixth, two thousand five This poem is Copyright © enigma Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=114135