Phoenix: Falling
Although my plumes
once lithe and bright
combust to dust
and ground my flight
I hold no malice
or remorse
for this is but
another night
before the sunrise
burns again
dispelling smoke
disclosing sky
when feathers stem
from detritus
and then again
I'll learn to fly.
Phoenix: Falling © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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48 words. Flight brevity challenge prompt - link:
https://allpoetry.com/contest/2755853-Brevity-series-187---flight
Submitted: August 4, 2020