Tell me which muscles you use
to raise your wings,
to hold your head squarely
on shoulders that carry
Tell me how you’ve trained
for the hard race at hand,
how you limber tight joints
and endure to the finish,
a victor for all.
Tell me how your focus
never waivers or…
You haven’t lost your touch. as a matter of fact, your pen is getting more powerful , and more impressive.
to me the subject of this could be Japan, or probably Iraq, or any were natural or human terror resides.JoeK from libya to sue with love.
P.S I saw your ‘real’ face, and you look stunningly hot. I would have proposed if you were single..
Now, this was a really good poem, Sue! My wing muslces only work on occasion – very rare ones and only weakly at best; my neck prevents me from moving my head around too much, hence, I appear to have more resolve than I do; my joints are now bone-rubbing-bone, so if I walk at more than a snail’s pace, I consider it a race! I don’t see the debris…because I’m too myopic to see anything clearly. I’m a mess, but such is Life…
I use my wings to keep things going. Geez i have been married for 40 years so I trained to just keep our lives together. Same thing on the focus. We all see death and sick folks around us but it cant take us down.I see new life the trees budding out and the flowers which i know they will be there when i dont see them. So what if death comes it won’t be the end of the world because it will still go on. Sorry i’m long winded. Nice write and no you avatar isnt scary..
If I was an artist, I think I could show you how someone might. A few images come to mind.
Just a simple thought…
There are times when we, as humans, must allow ourselves to be carried, even as we cross the finish line, and that is okay. Be good, stay strong and true, maintain Faith, and never take your eyes off of the Prize!
I had my wings removed when they took my halo,
The training and focus are as a result of my friend:
(Dedication in Me)
Thinking of dedication that’s free of fear or frustration in where we go and what we say, to lead us through an endless day. Can it be what we have? Or just the things that make us laugh. True dedication has to be GOD’S dedication found in me.
The poem is as smooth and strong and beautiful as it’s inspiration (and you).x. Tugs at my heart.
One just has to have their heart in the right place no matter what….no matter what !~
I don’t. But I admire those who do. I take it you do, too.
Caught my breath with this one.
If someone gives a satisfactory answer please let me in on the secret too.