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The World According to Gray Wings


dripping light
 filters day's blue quilt
as ballerina twirls honey bleached wax
onto sea's
web of diamonds n' lace
perched on worn gray wharf
my mind-a buoy
bobs up n' down in 
tangled seaweed's brine
my feather floats
for an angel
her thin skin ripples
as her edges of courage curl
heart bruised by
 a skipping rock
tossed by the Polka dot girls
her heart's fragile edges
wash onto shoal of 
memories-

A sign from Grandfather Sky
fringes light on my gift
reminds
Diamonds in the rough
to shine.





©Ella Wilson 



















Comments

Anonymous said…
Wonderful. That feather is such a great image to start with.
Jim said…
Hi Ella ~~ I tried to hang on tight through your waters. I think the angel there was a help. The "mind-a boy" said hello but neither he nor the angel gave me a hint.
Lots of fun reading, I kept the writer and the angel foremost. I think the feather was the most at peace as will be the Polka dot girls, in the final. Angel will forgive and help the girls to see the light.
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beautiful.....so subtle....
Edges of courage curl - nice!
Perfect image to accompany such perfect writing...
DEZMOND said…
I like it how you played with the font size in the poem :)
georgeplaceblog said…
my mind-a buoy
bobs up n' down in
tangled seaweed's brine...

exactly how my thoughts feel these days. Very nice images.
Mary Ann Potter said…
Such beautifully crafted imagery! I loved this, Ellen. Your work is art!
L. Diane Wolfe said…
All from a seagull's lost feather - beautiful.
Deb said…
Beautiful words &image ...
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Oh how I've missed your beautiful poetry! I adore this poem, especially the gray wharf and "my feather floats" - and the appearance of Grandfather Sky in the last stanza.
manicddaily said…
This feels to me like a moment of difficult recollection, that is made somehow peaceful by the beauty of the scene--very pretty images. k.
Kerry O'Connor said…
This is just lovely, Ella. I'm sorry to be visiting a few days late. I like the way you have of combining descriptions of place with emotive elements. This was very uplifting to read.
Ella, I meditated on that photograph for a full minute before reading your words. That feather from an angel's wing, really, the cruel way it was treated once on the ground. The hopeful note of your ending. This is poetry married to an image, a symbiosis that works beautifully. Thanks so much, Amy
Magaly Guerrero said…
" my feather floats
for an angel"

I could repeat those two lines forever... and eternity wouldn't keep my heart from warming when I hear the words.
L. Diane Wolfe said…
Ella, today is the How I Miss You Blogfest, and I listed you as one I really miss.
Mary said…
Beautifully penned, Ella!

Wishing you a very Happy Thanksgiving!
Ella said…
Thank you, everyone!

Mary-I hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving, too! Thank you~

Diane-Thank you for all you said! I have been struggling with my thyroid-too fast,now too slow. I am better and hope to get back on track! YOU touched my heart-thank you!

Magaly-You are very kind! I was thinking of kids who have been bullied. I was one of those~ Thank you!

Amy-Thank you! Your response warmed my heart-thank you!

Kerry-Thank you! You have a way with words~ :D